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As a follow up, we tried sweet potatoes without rice cereal and it was tolerated. I won't go so far as to say she "liked" it, since (as shown above) more of it ended up on our shirts than in her mouth, but at least it gave me hope I won't be sending her to high school weighing in at 300 pounds with a bottle of formula in her lunchbox.

Also, we had our 4 month checkup and shots yesterday. She is in the 90th percentile for height (25 3/4 inches) and "off the charts for weight" at 17 pounds 8 ounces. Once again, the doc used the term "perfectly healthy," or as we like to say "practically perfect in every way" :)


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