I didn't have to create this one. You know how hard it is to take a picture of a street sign?!

I guess I could have climbed up atop a nearby split-rail fence. But the quiet street became unusually busy as soon as I pulled my car over, so I was already feeling self-conscious.

Had she been a boy would we have named her "Noah Hunt"?

This road sits halfway between our house and the doctor's office.

We were there today for her six-month checkup. Not good. Still hovering below 11 lbs. My morale wasn't aided much by a 26 lbs. seven month old in the waiting room. "What are you feeding that baby?"

"Just breast milk." Hmm, me too.

So, we're gonna try to see a GI specialist from Children's Hospital by Thursday. Jeff tells me that Philly is a piece of (cheese?) cake. I wouldn't know; I've never driven it.

He says this is why I got the GPS for Christmas.