Maybe not as much "up" as "out" in this case, however.
My sister-in-law Cari reported on Facebook today that little 9 month old Pebbles went for a well-baby visit last week. According to her current measurements, this little sweetheart has apparently inherited her mommy's height and her daddy's weight coming in at the 25th percentile for height and the 92th percentile for weight. This mismatch has led to some of the most fantastic baby rolls in the history of the world and I, for one, can not get enough of them. And, really, who cares about percentiles when she is quite simply one of the happiest babies I have ever known. That smile is absolutely contagious. It's been over a month since I saw her last and I am counting down the hours until I get to love on her again later this week. Prepare to be attacked with endless hugs and kisses, Pebbles!
And, when I'm not hogging you shamelessly, Punkin will be ready to read you a book and Shortcake will surely take over any cuddling duties left unfulfilled.
We'll see you at the lake on the Fourth of July. Can't wait to see you in your red, white, and blue bikini, you little bathing beauty!