I think she's starting to enjoy pooping, since she's had three, count 'em 3 whole poops today - just like a run-of-the mill normal baby (pardon the expression). Wait and see - it'll be four days before the next one!
We went to Tipat Chalav (literally: milk drop) for the first time today. It's the well-baby clinic system in Israel, where they give vaccinations and do weigh-ins and such, and current and future Bubbes of Israel tell you that the kid is too little, too big (I don't think anyone is ever told it's too big), etc, etc. And so, the report:
Tochter is now 4.33 kilo, which is almost 9 pounds, 9 ounces. She was born at 3.5 kilo, which is about 7 pounds, 12 ounces (or so). Our friendly Tipat Chalav nurse (we see the same one each time we go, and she sees everyone who lives on our block, which strikes me as a terribly intelligent way to do things) was not so pleased with that. See, the daughter is two months old now, and the charts would like her to be gaining a kilo a month, not one in two months! It's not so bad that she's ready to tell me to give her extra formula, but they are concerned. I of course realize the absurdity of taking the judgment of my daughter's weight as a personal affront... but ouch anyway!! I don't know if it's because she's my daughter, or if it's because I'm her sole food source, but harrumph! What's wrong with there being somebody skinny in this family!? But whatever, she's really fine and healthy (Baruch Hashem!) and in every other way the nurse could not have been more pleased (okay, she mentioned that SR's fontanels have closed up more than normal, which is not a bad thing unless they close all the way, so again, we're watching it, no immediate problems, sigh...). Butterbean performed beautifully on demand, tracking a moving object, smiling, pushing herself up so nicely when lying on her stomach, and so on. She's just petite - and VERY cute.
She's also developed a new skill - she found her hands! Granted, she was sucking her thumb in the delivery room, but since then she's barely mouthed her hands. Now she's sucking away at them, especially her left hand, really getting them up into position - so impressive! ("You wiggled your head!" - Fezzik) She's a little shy, so I had trouble getting a really good, slobbery picture of it - my apologies.
Alas, it was injection day, though. We got our second hepatitis B shot (first one was in the hospital), our DTaP, Polio and H influenza shots. She did NOT like those, not one bit - but B"H is showing no ill effects, except for having adorable pitiful little symmetrical red dots on her little thighs.
Yoav the Holy did all the shopping today for Shavuos (including taking the daughter with him while I napped, and then abandoning his cart while he ran home with her crying self to Mom and lunch). Now I just have to find the time to assemble the ingredients into edible food... The princess is sleeping now, and I must do the same. Goodnight!