On Friday we loaded up the wagon and headed out to the other end of the valley to the pediatrician’s office. There must be pediatricians closer to our house, but this is the one recommended by our midwife. At times of great danger and need, some parents have lifted great weights or fought off large predators for the sake of their children’s health. Me? I willingly drive 30 minutes on the highway to patronize a pediatrician whose office is NOT convenient to my house.
That’s just how I roll. Sacrifices.
The good news is that Logan’s weight was up to 7lbs 7oz, which is above his birth weight. We weighed him again at Well Rounded Momma this afternoon and he was up to 8lbs. He appears to be averaging a little over 2 ounces a day in weight gain, and this has everyone real excited. And relieved.
Monday night was his first month birthday. Our sister in law, Elizabeth, tells us that we have to have a birthday celebration for him every month the first year. She says it’s a Philippine thing. Who am I to argue with the Philippines? Besides, it’s not like we pass up a chance to entertain around here. Cameron and Grandma made a space cake with burnt butter frosting to mark the occasion. Not pictured here is the dinner I made to preface the cake; pecan and panko encrusted tilapia with sweet peas simmered in garlic onions and sauvignon blanc, and four cheese macaroni casserole with crunchy top.
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I’m certainly in favor of any reason to celebrate if it means eating your fine cooking! And, it was delicious!! Congrats on passing your 1st month of parenting! You both are doing a fantastic job in your newest profession.
hugs
grandma deb