When I was a kid - I LOVED getting mail. It came on my birthday and Christmas - mostly cards, but some had money...and I think that is what started my love for the mail. As I got older, I realized that the mail was actually an evil thing containing bills and marketing pieces that I surely did not want to read (among other things, of course). I still have some sort of love for the mail - especially around Christmas. Now that I'm all growed up the much anticipated Christmas cards now come addressed to Mr. and Mrs. The Man and The Babe...I am no longer lumped into the after-thought of "and family" but I am now on the important side. SWEET! Sure enough, the cards that come always put a smile on my face.
There are a few, though, that just make you go, "are you kidding me?!" One of my family members - *who shall be called "Joan" - is far from an A-type personality. I can imagine that she doesn't socialize very much and only leaves the house to go to work. I look forward to HER envelope the most - if for nothing else than the sheer comedic value. Now, I know that some of you have those family members who send out the 1 page "family update of (insert year)" and give a run-down of every. single. detail (its okay if you are one of them...I guess!). Well my friends...Joan is that relative in my family - but instead of the customary (and easy to read) 1 pager...hers is ALWAYS 4 pages OR MORE! Not only is it long as all heck - but it is written in the 3rd person, which makes it that much funnier. What follows are a few excerpts from this year's 8 page update.
"In February, Joan* took her car, an Oldsmobile 1987, to the Buick body shop for body repair. The serviceman was from Haiti (please note, I have nothing against those of different ethnicity...this is just a reprint of what was written). While he was not rude, he has not yet adopted the American culture. He was not about to please the customer. He gave Joan* a hard time. He started by telling he that he might not be able to find all the necessary parts. Then he said that his servicemen were busy. Then he said that the only serviceman who could work on an Oldsmobile was sick and would be unavailable for three weeks. Then he wanted to know who was going to pay for the repair services. The excuses continued from February to March. Joan* loves her car. She did not give up. The car was finally repaired in March."
"In October, Joan's* number of days of work in the store decreased to one day a week. Many employees experienced the same decline. It was a mystery. There were plenty of shoppers. Was the store cutting down on costs? Were the shoppers buying less or the cheaper clothes? Since the reason was not clear, Joan* did not complain. In the middle of December she found out why. The store had hired too many employees for the Christmas season and the assistant to the manager did not know how to make a fair allocation of work hours."
"On Halloween day, Joan* had to work. She wanted to wear an orange wig and a witch's garb, to amuse the children. However, the manager of the store decided against Halloween costumes."
These are just a few things in this letter that made me laugh out loud...oh how I wish the only thing I had to worry about were whether or not I could wear a witch outfit to work...alas, things are a little more complicated that that around here!!
So, your turn to spill...who is that ONE family member that just takes the cake when it comes to holiday cards (or holiday gatherings)?!?!
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Monday, December 28
Thursday, December 24
Lesson #33 - Santa Comes To Those Who Are Patient
Dear Santa,
I know that I'm a little late writing to you this year...and I apologize for that. In the past I've always been the one who would write to you the day AFTER Chrsitmas - for the following year. It used to be that I was the overachiever...and that was just fine with me.
This year is a little different, though, Big Man. You see, that bundle of joy that was given to our little family in July has beenkeeping me up at night making me laugh until I cry getting me to cry until my eyes are puffy on my toes for the past (almost) six months. She is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I always knew I wanted to be a mommy, but I never knew that it would be this fabulous! Even with all of the ups and downs and turned arounds...I wouldn't have changed anything that happened this year for anything.
So, you see Man in Red...I have been so busy enjoying the joys of life this year that I really haven't had the need to write to you asking for anything. I already have everything that I could ever need, or want, or desire in this world.
That being said, I would like to ask for a few things - on behalf of others. As our little fam was busy soaking up life, a brave little man was fighting for his own. Jaden Duttine is a mere two years old, but has already gone through more procedures in his short life than any person I know. So, if it isn't too much trouble, please make sure Jaden is home with his family for the holiday season!
I would also like to ask that you watch over Christine and her family as they spend their (possibly) last Christmas with her step-son. It is never easy to say good-bye - and even more difficult when that person is a child. I hope that you are able to give them a Christmas filled with happiness and fond memories.
I am fully aware that there are many more of my bloggy friends who need Christmas miracles this year...and as long as you've been reading each and every one of their posts (like I have been trying to do) then I'm sure you have quite an impressive list going! I know that you might not be able to get to all of them this year...but any extraordinary effort to do so would be much appreciated!
With all the joy in my little heart,
I know that I'm a little late writing to you this year...and I apologize for that. In the past I've always been the one who would write to you the day AFTER Chrsitmas - for the following year. It used to be that I was the overachiever...and that was just fine with me.
This year is a little different, though, Big Man. You see, that bundle of joy that was given to our little family in July has been
So, you see Man in Red...I have been so busy enjoying the joys of life this year that I really haven't had the need to write to you asking for anything. I already have everything that I could ever need, or want, or desire in this world.
That being said, I would like to ask for a few things - on behalf of others. As our little fam was busy soaking up life, a brave little man was fighting for his own. Jaden Duttine is a mere two years old, but has already gone through more procedures in his short life than any person I know. So, if it isn't too much trouble, please make sure Jaden is home with his family for the holiday season!
I would also like to ask that you watch over Christine and her family as they spend their (possibly) last Christmas with her step-son. It is never easy to say good-bye - and even more difficult when that person is a child. I hope that you are able to give them a Christmas filled with happiness and fond memories.
I am fully aware that there are many more of my bloggy friends who need Christmas miracles this year...and as long as you've been reading each and every one of their posts (like I have been trying to do) then I'm sure you have quite an impressive list going! I know that you might not be able to get to all of them this year...but any extraordinary effort to do so would be much appreciated!
With all the joy in my little heart,
Friday, December 18
Lesson #29 - Music Lies
So...being that today marks exactly seven more sleeps until Christmas morning - I thought I would do my own version of WTF Friday - Holiday Edition. I hope you all enjoy it!!
Note: I am not an overly religious person...but I was taken to Mass from the time I was born until I was old enough to say no and stay home by myself. I was also enrolled in a private Catholic school from Kindergarten through my senior year of high school (you can laugh...its okay...I will wait...and yes, you can think that...about 99% of it is true. Done?! Good!).
I have always loved holiday music. I can remember when I was a little kid and my dad would pull out his (very) old record player and throw on some tunes while we all put the Christmas tree up and baked cookies. My most favorite song HAD to have been "Do You Hear What I Hear" and I'm pretty sure that particular record is still alive and kicking - somewhere - despite my obsession...I digress. I wanted to take a moment to analyze the song (in italics) - trust me...this is good stuff!
This song was penned in October 1962 by Noel Regney and Gloria Shayne Baker as a plea for peace during the Cuban Missile Crisis (I don't know about YOU, but whenever I see or hear of think about missiles...this video comes to mind...moving on!). The lyrics are awe inspiring and the music is catchy...but within are LIES - ALL LIES!!
Said the night wind to the little lamb, (First and foremost...the wind doesn't talk. I don't know about you, but the last time an object - or being - talked to me was when I was drunk. So, I think it is safe to assume that this lamb is either drunk or on some sort of illegal substance.)
"Do you see what I see? Way up in the sky, little lamb, Do you see what I see? (Of course the lamb can see in the sky...I mean, it might be in black and white - like dogs - but the lamb can still see)
A star, a star, dancing in the night (Since we are going to assume that the lamb is drunk - we'll give the benefit of the doubt on any illegal substances - then OF COURSE the star was dancing!! That poor lamb probably couldn't tell his left from his right...its a crying shame!)
With a tail as big as a kite, With a tail as big as a kite." (This is the North star we're talking about...not an entire constellation...just one star. A star appears as a shining orb in the night sky...I forgot what they look like thanks to all the city lights - but I digress again...tails are only present on SHOOTING stars - also known as meteorites - or poo falling from one of the Apollo space shuttles)
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy, (I felt sorry for the lamb...he got into some rancid water and got a little drunk...but now, NOW, he is trying to get a little boy on board?? You have got to be kidding me!! See kids, this is how drinking can lead to a life of crime and drug dealing...peer pressure is BAD!)
"Do you hear what I hear? Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy, Do you hear what I hear? (Now the lamb is hearing voices in his head...I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt...but then he goes and ADMITS to hearing the voices. Not only that, but he is pushing his drugged/schizophrenic ideas on a boy. It just isn't right!)
A song, a song high above the trees (According to the Bible...you know, that book collection dust on a shelf in your study - I know you have one somewhere...an Angel - not a song from the sky - came down to shepherds (the grown men kind) in a field and announced the Savior had been born. The shepherds then decided to travel to Bethlehem to see the child.)
With a voice as big as the the sea, With a voice as big as the the sea." (A song can't have a voice...but rather, a voice does sing a song. None of this matters, though, because the Angel who came down SPOKE to the shepherds...it did not SING to them. I can only imagine - actually no I can't - how big an Angel's voice is...booming - seeing as it is in the sky and has a point to get across.)
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king, (When has it ever been wise for a drunken/drugged young child to visit a person of power...I'll wait for you to think about it...that is right - NEVER! It never leads to anything good. Not to mention the fact that it wasn't a boy who spoke to Herod - the king of Judea - but rather wise men (astronomers) who had seen the newly formed North Star.)
"Do you know what I know? In your palace warm, mighty king, Do you know what I know? (So, not only is this little boy supposedly speaking to a king, but also insulting him...really, really?!?! Again, NEVER a good idea to insult a person in power...especially since that person could very well end your life at will...AT WILL PEOPLE!)
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold (Of course the Child is shivering...it is DECEMBER and he was just born in a stable! Why was He born in a stable, you ask...well, it is because there was a mandated census taking place in Bethlehem at the time and all of the hotels had sold out of room nights. It makes me sick, really, to think that a census would take place and the leader knew full well that there wasn't enough space to accommodate everyone.)
Let us bring him silver and gold, Let us bring him silver and gold." (The wise men mentioned above DID indeed take gifts to the Child. Silver, though, was not one of those gifts...they actually took Gold, Frankincence and Myrrh. Don't ask me what those last 2 are...I just report what I read. If they are of any relation to that AWFUL smelling stuff wafting around at Midnight Mass, then it probably wasn't such a great idea to take that to a baby...it could cause early development of allergies. I wonder how the wise men felt when they arrived?? I'd feel like a slightly loser since it took 2 years to even reach Christ...yes folks, these men were following a STAR for TWO YEARS!!! Maybe that is why men don't want to stop for directions?!?!)
Said the king to the people everywhere, (Oh yes...king Herod sure did make a big deal about the birth of the Savior. He secretly met with the wise men and asked them to report back to him once they had found Christ's location - so that he could go and worship as well. The wise men knew something was afoot and ended up keeping their mouths SHUT - good for them!)
"Listen to what I say! Pray for peace, people, everywhere, Listen to what I say! (Everyone was listening - that is for sure - but you weren't telling them to pray for peace...you were asking for information on the Child's location...why?? You were secretly plotting to KILL him - that is why!! What kind of person are you?! I mean, I know we have phrases like, "like taking candy from a baby," but we don't ACTUALLY take the candy!! Babies can't defend themselves - let alone stop you from killing one of them...it is just sickening to even suggest such an atrocity!)
The Child, the Child sleeping in the night (Yes, children do sleep during the night...usually...however, there are those few who wake at all hours of the night to cry, eat and roll themselves over without knowing it. I know...my child is one of them!)
He will bring us goodness and light, He will bring us goodness and light." (Sorry Herod, but goodness and light certainly weren't high on YOUR Christmas list. Know how I know that?? Because - when you didn't hear back from the wise men who had ventured out to visit Christ - it was YOU who ORDERED the killing of all male children under the age of 2 in EVERY household in the land! Talk about insecure...Herod, sir, you might have been the ruler of a kingdom - but you couldn't have ACTUALLY thought you'd be the Savior of all mankind...could you?!?!?!)
So, you see folks, music lies!!
Note: I am not an overly religious person...but I was taken to Mass from the time I was born until I was old enough to say no and stay home by myself. I was also enrolled in a private Catholic school from Kindergarten through my senior year of high school (you can laugh...its okay...I will wait...and yes, you can think that...about 99% of it is true. Done?! Good!).
I have always loved holiday music. I can remember when I was a little kid and my dad would pull out his (very) old record player and throw on some tunes while we all put the Christmas tree up and baked cookies. My most favorite song HAD to have been "Do You Hear What I Hear" and I'm pretty sure that particular record is still alive and kicking - somewhere - despite my obsession...I digress. I wanted to take a moment to analyze the song (in italics) - trust me...this is good stuff!
This song was penned in October 1962 by Noel Regney and Gloria Shayne Baker as a plea for peace during the Cuban Missile Crisis (I don't know about YOU, but whenever I see or hear of think about missiles...this video comes to mind...moving on!). The lyrics are awe inspiring and the music is catchy...but within are LIES - ALL LIES!!
Said the night wind to the little lamb, (First and foremost...the wind doesn't talk. I don't know about you, but the last time an object - or being - talked to me was when I was drunk. So, I think it is safe to assume that this lamb is either drunk or on some sort of illegal substance.)
"Do you see what I see? Way up in the sky, little lamb, Do you see what I see? (Of course the lamb can see in the sky...I mean, it might be in black and white - like dogs - but the lamb can still see)
A star, a star, dancing in the night (Since we are going to assume that the lamb is drunk - we'll give the benefit of the doubt on any illegal substances - then OF COURSE the star was dancing!! That poor lamb probably couldn't tell his left from his right...its a crying shame!)
With a tail as big as a kite, With a tail as big as a kite." (This is the North star we're talking about...not an entire constellation...just one star. A star appears as a shining orb in the night sky...I forgot what they look like thanks to all the city lights - but I digress again...tails are only present on SHOOTING stars - also known as meteorites - or poo falling from one of the Apollo space shuttles)
Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy, (I felt sorry for the lamb...he got into some rancid water and got a little drunk...but now, NOW, he is trying to get a little boy on board?? You have got to be kidding me!! See kids, this is how drinking can lead to a life of crime and drug dealing...peer pressure is BAD!)
"Do you hear what I hear? Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy, Do you hear what I hear? (Now the lamb is hearing voices in his head...I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt...but then he goes and ADMITS to hearing the voices. Not only that, but he is pushing his drugged/schizophrenic ideas on a boy. It just isn't right!)
A song, a song high above the trees (According to the Bible...you know, that book collection dust on a shelf in your study - I know you have one somewhere...an Angel - not a song from the sky - came down to shepherds (the grown men kind) in a field and announced the Savior had been born. The shepherds then decided to travel to Bethlehem to see the child.)
With a voice as big as the the sea, With a voice as big as the the sea." (A song can't have a voice...but rather, a voice does sing a song. None of this matters, though, because the Angel who came down SPOKE to the shepherds...it did not SING to them. I can only imagine - actually no I can't - how big an Angel's voice is...booming - seeing as it is in the sky and has a point to get across.)
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king, (When has it ever been wise for a drunken/drugged young child to visit a person of power...I'll wait for you to think about it...that is right - NEVER! It never leads to anything good. Not to mention the fact that it wasn't a boy who spoke to Herod - the king of Judea - but rather wise men (astronomers) who had seen the newly formed North Star.)
"Do you know what I know? In your palace warm, mighty king, Do you know what I know? (So, not only is this little boy supposedly speaking to a king, but also insulting him...really, really?!?! Again, NEVER a good idea to insult a person in power...especially since that person could very well end your life at will...AT WILL PEOPLE!)
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold (Of course the Child is shivering...it is DECEMBER and he was just born in a stable! Why was He born in a stable, you ask...well, it is because there was a mandated census taking place in Bethlehem at the time and all of the hotels had sold out of room nights. It makes me sick, really, to think that a census would take place and the leader knew full well that there wasn't enough space to accommodate everyone.)
Let us bring him silver and gold, Let us bring him silver and gold." (The wise men mentioned above DID indeed take gifts to the Child. Silver, though, was not one of those gifts...they actually took Gold, Frankincence and Myrrh. Don't ask me what those last 2 are...I just report what I read. If they are of any relation to that AWFUL smelling stuff wafting around at Midnight Mass, then it probably wasn't such a great idea to take that to a baby...it could cause early development of allergies. I wonder how the wise men felt when they arrived?? I'd feel like a slightly loser since it took 2 years to even reach Christ...yes folks, these men were following a STAR for TWO YEARS!!! Maybe that is why men don't want to stop for directions?!?!)
Said the king to the people everywhere, (Oh yes...king Herod sure did make a big deal about the birth of the Savior. He secretly met with the wise men and asked them to report back to him once they had found Christ's location - so that he could go and worship as well. The wise men knew something was afoot and ended up keeping their mouths SHUT - good for them!)
"Listen to what I say! Pray for peace, people, everywhere, Listen to what I say! (Everyone was listening - that is for sure - but you weren't telling them to pray for peace...you were asking for information on the Child's location...why?? You were secretly plotting to KILL him - that is why!! What kind of person are you?! I mean, I know we have phrases like, "like taking candy from a baby," but we don't ACTUALLY take the candy!! Babies can't defend themselves - let alone stop you from killing one of them...it is just sickening to even suggest such an atrocity!)
The Child, the Child sleeping in the night (Yes, children do sleep during the night...usually...however, there are those few who wake at all hours of the night to cry, eat and roll themselves over without knowing it. I know...my child is one of them!)
He will bring us goodness and light, He will bring us goodness and light." (Sorry Herod, but goodness and light certainly weren't high on YOUR Christmas list. Know how I know that?? Because - when you didn't hear back from the wise men who had ventured out to visit Christ - it was YOU who ORDERED the killing of all male children under the age of 2 in EVERY household in the land! Talk about insecure...Herod, sir, you might have been the ruler of a kingdom - but you couldn't have ACTUALLY thought you'd be the Savior of all mankind...could you?!?!?!)
So, you see folks, music lies!!
Wednesday, November 11
Lesson #11 - The Doctor Isn't Always Right
Today is a federal holiday (read: a day that my boss was kind of legally obliged to let me out of my cage called an office). What a great holiday it was too - Veterans' Day. My father was in the Navy and retired after more than 2 decades. I respect those who serve in the military for our Great Country.
Not only is today a much needed mental holiday, but also the babe's 4-month well baby appointment. For all of you non-parents out in the blogosphere, this is one of many appointments when a psycho nurse gets an obscene amount of pleasure from the pan of your child's cries as s/he is poked with a number of needles. I definitely think that I end up crying more than the babe at these dreaded appointments.
Moving on...so we get to the appointment, check in and proceed to sit in the waiting area. Finally our number is up and we get called back to the exam room. I jump up with glee as the man tries his best to keep up with my excitement. I'm not quite sure why I was so excited, but I think it was because I wanted to tell the babe's doctor about her advanced behavior! I wanted to tell the doc that she was now holding her head up without that wobbling-oh-my-god-is-my-head-going-to-the-left-or-the-right? She started holding her very heavy, 8 ounce glass bottle on her own or with a slight bit of help from one of her stuffed toys. Much to the man's dismay she has now figured out how to turn herself over in the middle of the night while still sleeping and wakes up much earlier than she really should. All of these exciting things were happening and I wanted to play Show-and-Tell.
Before I got to spill the goods, as usual, I had to strip the babe of all clothing and get her weighed and measured (I wonder if they would accept the reading from the grocery store weight machine next to the apple display as official). Off we went and I put the babe down on the cold, funny smelling baby scale. The nurse puts her arms up - to make it known that she isn't touching the babe or altering the weight reading in any way - and declares that the babe is now 11 pounds and 7 ounces. I was then asked to hold the babe's head against the top of the scale - in order to get an accurate height reading from a squirmy little pile of baby that doesn't want to sit still - and was told the babe is 23 inches. While I agree with the weight, the height leaves something to be desired.
We made our way back to the exam room and patiently waiting for the doctor to make her appearance. I was so excited to tell her all of the babe's new tricks and accomplishments that I couldn't BREATHE!! Finally she came into the room and shook our hands before pulling up the babe's medical records. She asked if the man or I had any questions and we didn't so she moved on to the exam part. The doctor checked her ears, eyes, nose and tummy. She made sure the babe didn't have a diaper rash that had been overlooked and checked her reflexes. Then she moved on to developmental milestone questions. The doctor had the babe hold onto her fingers to get her to sit up - which she did gracefully - and then put her back down. She asked how the babe was eating - THIS WAS MY MOMENT - so I responded that she was eating formula throughout the day and was getting oatmeal for breakfast and 1/3 a container of solid foods for dinner since the previous month. As I explained that the babe loved bananas, sweet potatoes and squash, I neglected to see the look of horror that was coming from the doctor.
Apparently it is not good to feed little ones solid food before 4 months old. Well, our babe is quite advanced and is doing just fine eating solid foods - THANKYOUVERYMUCH!! The the doctor pulls out weight-to-length charts and tries telling us that the babe is in the 5th percentile and isn't gaining enough weight for her size. The babe is petite - not very tall - as are my husband and I, so I wouldn't expect her to gain a ton of weight right away. The doctor also suggested having us come back for a 5-month follow-up to make sure the babe was gaining weight correctly.
I'm sorry, but NO! I am feeding my child PLENTY, she eats like a piglet when she is hungry and there is nothing you can do to make me force food down her throat. If she isn't hungry then she isn't going to eat. Apparently the doctor saw I was getting quite agitated and said the follow-up wouldn't be necessary. That is one major issue with Americans these days...they are so obsessed with weight that they neglect the health side of the argument. If the babe is small and healthy it shouldn't matter that she is 45% smaller than her "average" peers.
Not only is today a much needed mental holiday, but also the babe's 4-month well baby appointment. For all of you non-parents out in the blogosphere, this is one of many appointments when a psycho nurse gets an obscene amount of pleasure from the pan of your child's cries as s/he is poked with a number of needles. I definitely think that I end up crying more than the babe at these dreaded appointments.
Moving on...so we get to the appointment, check in and proceed to sit in the waiting area. Finally our number is up and we get called back to the exam room. I jump up with glee as the man tries his best to keep up with my excitement. I'm not quite sure why I was so excited, but I think it was because I wanted to tell the babe's doctor about her advanced behavior! I wanted to tell the doc that she was now holding her head up without that wobbling-oh-my-god-is-my-head-going-to-the-left-or-the-right? She started holding her very heavy, 8 ounce glass bottle on her own or with a slight bit of help from one of her stuffed toys. Much to the man's dismay she has now figured out how to turn herself over in the middle of the night while still sleeping and wakes up much earlier than she really should. All of these exciting things were happening and I wanted to play Show-and-Tell.
Before I got to spill the goods, as usual, I had to strip the babe of all clothing and get her weighed and measured (I wonder if they would accept the reading from the grocery store weight machine next to the apple display as official). Off we went and I put the babe down on the cold, funny smelling baby scale. The nurse puts her arms up - to make it known that she isn't touching the babe or altering the weight reading in any way - and declares that the babe is now 11 pounds and 7 ounces. I was then asked to hold the babe's head against the top of the scale - in order to get an accurate height reading from a squirmy little pile of baby that doesn't want to sit still - and was told the babe is 23 inches. While I agree with the weight, the height leaves something to be desired.
We made our way back to the exam room and patiently waiting for the doctor to make her appearance. I was so excited to tell her all of the babe's new tricks and accomplishments that I couldn't BREATHE!! Finally she came into the room and shook our hands before pulling up the babe's medical records. She asked if the man or I had any questions and we didn't so she moved on to the exam part. The doctor checked her ears, eyes, nose and tummy. She made sure the babe didn't have a diaper rash that had been overlooked and checked her reflexes. Then she moved on to developmental milestone questions. The doctor had the babe hold onto her fingers to get her to sit up - which she did gracefully - and then put her back down. She asked how the babe was eating - THIS WAS MY MOMENT - so I responded that she was eating formula throughout the day and was getting oatmeal for breakfast and 1/3 a container of solid foods for dinner since the previous month. As I explained that the babe loved bananas, sweet potatoes and squash, I neglected to see the look of horror that was coming from the doctor.
Apparently it is not good to feed little ones solid food before 4 months old. Well, our babe is quite advanced and is doing just fine eating solid foods - THANKYOUVERYMUCH!! The the doctor pulls out weight-to-length charts and tries telling us that the babe is in the 5th percentile and isn't gaining enough weight for her size. The babe is petite - not very tall - as are my husband and I, so I wouldn't expect her to gain a ton of weight right away. The doctor also suggested having us come back for a 5-month follow-up to make sure the babe was gaining weight correctly.
I'm sorry, but NO! I am feeding my child PLENTY, she eats like a piglet when she is hungry and there is nothing you can do to make me force food down her throat. If she isn't hungry then she isn't going to eat. Apparently the doctor saw I was getting quite agitated and said the follow-up wouldn't be necessary. That is one major issue with Americans these days...they are so obsessed with weight that they neglect the health side of the argument. If the babe is small and healthy it shouldn't matter that she is 45% smaller than her "average" peers.
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