We Made Weight!

Like a champion boxer, I had to "make weight" today at the pediatrician's office. I was told get back to my birth weight of 8 lbs, 14 oz by Wednesday -- and I beat it by a firm 1/2 ounce. Now Mommy and Daddy can relax and stop calling me "mini Tyler." Even Kara (my pediatrician for those new to this page) said "YAY" when she heard! Very cool.

It seems that lots of things turned the tide yesterday. The Red Sox finally grabbed victory from the jaws of defeat (although many have changed the signs on the bandwagon to 2007 already) and the FDA actually approved Plan B (the morning after pill) as an over-the-counter medication. And, after all these years, Pluto finally decided that it was not a planet -- reducing the solar system to just eight planets (and Daddy's kindergarten teacher to a liar).

I was finally able to video chat with Nana Jo and Grandpa David last night. They first watched me scream and scream but after a little dinner (you guessed it, milk!) I was back and happy...so happy that I fell asleep in front of the camera, thus ending my professional neonatal acting career. It was great to talk with them and be able to see each other!

Meanwhile, Aunt Lauren and Uncle Jeremy are back from their honeymoon and have settled into their new lives in Sunnyvale, California. Their honeymoon professional photo shoot is awesome!

Hugs and kisses. Good luck to BJ playing hockey in France this week! XOXOXOXOXO.