Turkey Day

We took Samantha to the doctor for her one month checkup today, although technically we're closer to five weeks than four. She weighed in at a whopping 12 pounds and measured 22 inches tall. As usual, she was unfazed by the entire experience and allowed big sister Lana to talk the doctor's ear off throughout the appointment. She didn't even lose her cool when the nurse weighing her compared her to a stuffed turkey. She has, however, begun spitting up far more than normal since our appointment. Surely she's too young for an eating disorder, right? Lana's already hogging my laptop and storming off to her room when she's angry, so nothing will surprise me at this point.