Romy Raye AKA "The Fridge"

I've come to terms with the fact that I have a short chubby baby. This is my favorite "fatso" picture. My Mom (who just left after spending 2 glorious weeks with us....thanks Ma!) has dubbed her "The Fridge" Because she's short and a bit stubby. She hasn't been officially weighed in a while, but I'm guessing she's approaching the 9 pound mark. And at a little over 18 inches long, she is a little porker. I love it! Fat babies are the cutest babies. Her hemangioma is continuing to grow, we're just waiting for an MRI date to see what the next step is. Her right eye seems to be a little lazy (you can tell in the pic) but the doc thinks it will work itself out in the next few months as soon as her eye muscles get a little stronger. She has yet to coo or give me a social smile, she only smiles after a good fart these days. I know her adjusted age is only 6 weeks, but a lot of babies have cooed or smiled by now, I guess she's sticking with her true dramatic fashion, and making me wait. Now I don't want to jinx it, but for the past week, she's been sleeping well. She goes to bed between 7:30-8:30 wakes up at 2 and 6 to eat and then sleeps until 8 or 8:30. Well except for last night. The power went out at around her bedtime, and it's Texas, so it's hot....really hot. It was dark and hot, we were all bored and she was down to just her diaper and screaming her head off and just all around irritated, so we packed it up and stayed the night at the Holiday Inn down the road. Spoiled, huh? What can I say I love the little lady and I hate seeing her sad. Yeah I know, I'm a sucker.