That might explain it

Dailey still giving me a wary eye and sporting her battle wounds

Dailey is 11 weeks old and we finally went to the doctor's today for her 2 month check up. The two month is a scary one- there's shots. Big giant needles plunging into your darling baby's chubby little thighs, so long they threaten to come out the other side and generally scare the beejeebers out of the mommy. She reacted with tears and sobbing (Daileyanne not the mommy) but managed to forgive us by the time we got home.

She also was weighed, taped and measured. When Dailey was born she was in the 15th percentile. At her two week she had creeped up to the 23rd. That's my good eater! Then today? Today my chunky bruiser of a baby weighed and measured in at bigger then 91% of her peers! I've been blown away by how quickly she's been outgrowing everything recently. The jammies that read 3-6 months are becoming short and fully filled out. Sweet little dresses need more then just bloomers, they need an extra 3 inches. Christmas outfits are riding a little high and some won't see much past Thanksgiving. And this whole time I've been questioning the odd practise of mislabeling baby clothes when it's my overacheiving and actively growing Dailey's fault!