Couple of Contenders

On April 4th, two momentous things happened.
One, we went in for Little Miss's 2 week check up.  Where we learned that She will likely outgrow Her sister in about 429 minutes.  Ok I made the number up.  But seriously, Miss gained two and a half pounds and nearly 2 inches in two weeks. 
Because babies lose a few ounces in their first few days, the pediatrician said they just look for newborns to be back up to their birth weight by the two-week check up. Look at my little over-achiever!
I knew She had gotten bigger.  Her cheeks- both sets- have chunked out, and when I tried to put Her in Her going-home from the hospital outfit I couldn't fasten the back anymore.  I keep putting Her in outfits and thinking, "I'm pretty sure Little One was like 3 months old when She got big enough to wear this..."
J, his mom, and I had placed bets on who would guess closest to how much She would weigh in at.  I guessed close to seven pounds, while they staked their bets on around 6lb 4oz, and 6lb 9oz.   I'm a winner!
I decided to ride this good luck streak out, and put it to the test. The other big event that day was that I went on my first outing with both girls- by myself.
I took them to the mall to go to two specific stores, both of which had apparently closed and been replaced with a nail salon, and a shoe store for sizes ten and up (there's that big a market for large feet? Wow.)  Which shows you how often I go to shopping malls.
So instead, Little One got some soy milk in a Starbucks cup, and ran around the grubby play area for awhile.  This was definitely an improvement in the game plan, as far as She was concerned.
Then we drove out to the grocery store for dinner supplies, and I wrangled an armful of baby, a cart-full of toddler, a doll, a purse, and the bags of groceries all by myself thank you very much, and yes.  Yes I am proud of it.