Held hostage by Blogger, Day 3

Emmie had her four-month appointment yesterday and I would love to talk all about it to you except I can't because Blogger won't publish anyone's site through ftp and I am hopping mad about it.

So you would have seen a post about how Emily is a GIANT. No really, she's 26.25 inches, which puts her above the 95th percentile. She is so long it is insane. She also tips the scales at a petite 12.2 pounds, which is the 25th percentile. Her head is average, at 50th percentile, which is great because I didn't want a daughter with a big old pumpkin head.

But the truly fantastic news is that Emmie had a little blood in her diaper. In a bout of fantastic timing, it was right before her appointment. So they were able to test her diaper while we were there and yep, it did have blood in it.

Blood in the stool of an exclusively breastfed baby usually means one thing: a dairy and/or soy sensitivity. Guess who now is giving up all dairy and soy? Just like I did with Jack. Except stricter because he never had GI issues from it, he just had eczema. So goodbye ice cream. I will love you from afar. Don't even get me started on the lack of butter. Thank God we have a ton of vegan offerings in the 'hood.