Growin' like a weed

Yesterday, was Ella's six month check-up. I had scheduled it thinking that I would just pick the girls up early and take Lauren with me so she could get her annual flu shot. Well, you know what they say about well laid plans.

Things have been crazy at work. I am in the early stages of one of the biggest bankruptcies in the state. I have been assigned to lead the project and it is taking up about 95% of my time right now. (Who would of thought I'd have overtime in September?) Nonetheless, tomorrow is a court hearing and the cash analysis work I've been doing for about three to four weeks now will be picked apart tomorrow - and I get to watch. No stress, huh?

Anyway, instead of taking the girls to their doctor appointment, I was in meeting with lawyers and Dustin had to go with them instead. Let's just say, he expected the worse. As did I. I knew Ella was going to get four shots but I also knew that she would be the easy one. It was Lauren I worried about. I envisioned her screaming so loud that everyone would think she was being beaten. I envisioned her crying so hard she would make herself puke. I envisioned a fit beyond any fit we'd seen before. Funny thing is...Dustin envisioned all that, too.

And what did our little drama queen do? Nothing. Not even a tear. Uh, what? I was shocked. About as shocked as I was that Ella is already six months old.

Where does the time go?

She now weighs 20 pounds, 7 ounces (97th percentile). She is 27.5 inches long (95th percentile). And has a head circumference of 45 centimeters (96th percentile). It's at this point I thank God for having a c-section.