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News from Margot's 6 month checkup: she's healthy and sweet and smart and...she's smaller than Midge (Georgi) was at her age.  That's remarkable.  Miss Myrtle (she looks like a little peeked-nosed turtle when she smiles big-- Myrtle the Turtle, she's often and affectionately called), is in the first percentile for weight and the fourteenth for height.  C'mon, girl. 
When Georgi dropped below the chart around 7 months, our doctor was concerned.  We even brought the mini me down to Children's hospital for some blood work when she was 9 months old.  We also had a gal from the school district come out to see if G needed any special learning assistance.  She checked out fine in both departments (thank you, Jesus), and now that we have another smidgeon of a babe, Dr. Maucieri has concluded, "You just make [and feed your babies] skim milk."  It doesn't make sense...can't Marg have some of this spare tire hanging over my jeans? 
Alas I will have to be more consistent and persistent with the cereal ordeal.  That's what it is- an ordeal.  Mixing the formula to mix with the cereal to mix with Margot's hair and blanket and Bumbo.  Lucky for her, she's cute.