I've been trying to take an outing every day to avoid going crazy.
Yesterday, we went to Sam's club, where the cashier guessed that Maclin was 3 months old.
She seemed both shocked and horrified that he was 2 weeks and 1 day.
For our daily outing today, Mac and I went to a "tiny socialites" gathering at Cotton Babies.
It was fun... I got to talk with some other moms about boobs and sleep.
AND, they let me use their scale to weigh the big boy again...
He clocked in at 11 pounds, 9 ounces.
Of course, he was fully clothed and had just eaten.
Still, though... that's am impressive gain!
In other news, Big Mac's umbilical cord fell off the other day, so we've transitioned to cloth diapers.