You fall within a bell curve

So, at Eleanor's 2 month check up, they did their official measuring, and it turns out The Squnchler is in the 90th percentile for height, weight, and head size. At her 2 week check up she was 50% for everything, so this really puts my mind to rest about her getting enough to eat. Is there a woman out there who nurses and doesn't worry that her baby is getting enough to eat? As much as she's been nursing recently, I was worried that she was going hungry. No, not at all. She's big, but proportional. Also, really stinkin' cute. Look at her tiny shoes!

the calm before the shots

I went to a La Leche League meeting on Tuesday and was pleasantly surprised by how reasonable the ladies were. I attended one meeting while I was pregnant, which was informative, but it was so much better this time around. I mean, I was actually doing this thing that everyone was talking about. It was so encouraging to hear other stories of moms who struggled with the exact same things--fast let down, tongue tied babies, engorgement after a growth spurt, plugged ducts, leaking, bad latches, cracked & bleeding parts. Also, these ladies weren't anti-formula or anti-bottles, which I think is what I thought of when I first heard of LLL. While there was talk of attachment/natural parenting (which I will not comment on as I know both diddly and squat about it), co-sleeping and baby wearing, there wasn't a feeling of "you must do these things to be a good mom" which was nice. I did get some help putting Eleanor in the sling that I have, so now I have hope hat I might be able to grocery shop one day. I even got to try on (and put Eleanor in) a Boba carrier too. Everyone was so nice and helpful. I even felt like I had something to contribute.

So, I want you to look at something that is totally weird to me:

This is me, age... wee, having a bath. Yes, I just posted a nude picture of myself on the internet. Craaazy.  Anyway, so you see that face? It's hard to see, but you know whose face that is? That's Eleanor's face. As she grows she looks more like herself and less like a mini-me, but sometimes, she gets a certain look or I see her from the right angle and I see all my baby pictures in my mind. Yet, I still can't quite process the fact that I helped make her, carried her, and she's mine. My baby. For real.

Baby Bean

Bean Baby

Bean Baby

Baby Bean

So, you know, not an EXACT double, but she's definitely mine.

I made cookies, as you saw from my last post. It was exciting. Tonight, my husband made his beer cheese soup. He says he modified the Pioneer Woman's recipe, but for the life of me, all I can find is her recipe for Welsh Rarebit... because apparently when he says "Pioneer Woman" what he really meant was "Art of Manliness." Right. Anyway, this got started because K asked on Twitter about the most wonderful thing to come out of your crock pot, and the two things I thought of were both cheese-based creations that J makes. O'Quinn's O'Queso and this soup. Though this soup isn't actually made in the crock pot, just served there, because he always makes it for work pot lucks. Anyway, J makes this soup and it is super good, and he tops it with crumbles of peppered bacon, and I'm making him blog it up, and you should make it, or make someone who loves you make it for you, because it's soooo good.

Food and boobs and babies. That about sums up my life right now.

Oh, in other AMAZING news, today is my grandparent's 70th wedding anniversary. 70!!