Back to Work.

I'm back at the real job, now, working for The Man. I would much rather be at home changing nappies.

Anyway, Number One had her two-week appointment today. I scored an exact hit with my prediction that she would be up to 8 pounds. Mom was skeptical at my guess, but was happy that the little one is now well above her birth weight.

This means that now Mom doesn't have to set the alarm every three hours for feedings during the night. We can just let Number One sleep until she wakes up howling for the bosom. I'm not sure if it will be an improvement overall, but maybe we'll get lucky... No... I'm not even going to say it... Knock on wood for even thinking it...