Actually, it wasn't so spooky. I will note that if you work in pediatrics, costumes seem to be mandatory for Halloween. Also, it is darn easy to get in to see the doctor on October 31st. That's why her four month checkup was about two weeks late, they were booked solid until yesterday, which was not-so-mysteriously free.

Margaret is now 25 inches long and 13 pounds, 10.5 ounces. Developmentally she is doing well, and is apparently a bit precocious about sitting up. The doctor even commented on how strong she is. (Yeah, no kidding, I've know she was stronger than average since before she was born.) The doctor was impressed by the fact that she still hasn't had anything but breastmilk even though I am back at work. Then I had to tell him that I had to quit breastfeeding in two months. Bummer. He understood the reasons of course, and had some good advice on formula and starting her on solids.

I really like the pediatrician. He reminds me of a hobbit, except that he has a beard. I guess that makes him more of an extra-jolly dwarf, if dwarves can be Jewish doctors... Gimli son of Goldstein. He is smart, friendly and sensible, and excellent combination in a pediatrician. Actually, an excellent combination in any doctor.

Speaking of precocious sitting ability, I think our days of using the bouncy chair are drawing to an end...



You are not supposed to do that, little girl.



Luckily, we have a new toy for her, but we need to put boxes under her because she's a bit short for it.