27 & 27

Someone small and adorable is 27 weeks old today!!!

And to celebrate, her Mama dragged her to the doctor for her six month checkup to get tons of shots, served up in six separate stabs. Poor, poor baby :(

But she took it like a champ, as always, and was weighed and measured and poked and prodded, as usual. Here are the stats:

• 27 inches long (88th percentile!)
• 14 pounds, 14 ounces (25th percentile, but that's up from the 13th percentile last visit)

Woo-hoo!

Though the shots were an unfortunate, necessary evil of the appointment, I must admit that getting out was a nice distraction today, since it was Daddy's first day back at work, after 11 straight days with his girls. And the house just seemed empty without him Boooooo. But I suppose his return to regularly-scheduled business was yet another necessary evil.

Luckily, us girls had another distraction today, above and beyond the doctor's appointment, and it didn't involve shots. It involved...presents!!!

Baby Girl's godmother and her mother came over for a visit to catch up and exchange gifts. And though Baby Girl got a couple of ADORABLE outfits and some fun, stackable, multi-colored cups to play with...screw her gifts. Let's talk about MINE!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!

Look how be-a-u-tiful!!!!

It's a set of four gorgeous, Kurt Adler owl ornaments!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm in love.

I think this blue one's my favorite.

Seriously. These pictures don't even do the stunning colors justice.

And their little bodies move a little when you jiggle them. They're just the best. ever.

When I showed them to the hubby tonight, he said, "Oh, they'll look so great in her nursery."

And I said, "her nursery! Noooo!! They're MINE!!!!!!!"

I'm mature like that.

And then I stopped to think about how perfect they actually would look in there, and the guilt set in.

And then the guilt turned to joy when I realized that if I "shared," then I could keep them out all year long, instead of only seeing them at Christmastime on the tree. So I might--might--share, but I can't commit to it yet.

A girl has to reserve the right to mull things over.

And now, for one final bonus pic--Daddy blowing funny, shot-healing kisses on Baby Girl's cute cheek:

Happy Monday, peeps!

Wait...it's Wednesday. Hehe.