When I said yesterday that I couldn't wait to go to the doctor I didn't mean for Ciaran to get sick just so we could go early. I guess he really wanted to see how much he weighed right away because he was a puke factory this morning. Turns out he is fine, but we did get to go to the doctor and find out what he weighs. 10 pounds, 9 ounces. And that was after purging his breakfast! Go Fatty!
Ciaran doesn't get to get dressed up cute very often. He usually is in pajamas because they cover his feet. Since his feet are so little his socks fall off, it's the only way to keep his toesies warm. So we used the occasion of going to the doctor to put this cute outfit on him. He is a rockstar!
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