Our little string bean

Poppie and I went to the doctor for her well-baby check up yesterday. Little Popps weighs 15 lbs 6 ozs and is 28" long. Which puts her in the 15th percentile for weight and off the charts for height (much like her brother, although he had a little more heft to him).

Sweet little Popps has just entered the stranger anxiety phase, which is new to us because Finn had zero stranger anxiety, ever. She cried when the doctor came in the room and also cried when a colleague of Nick's walked into the house today. Poor little thing, growing up is hard!

When not suffering from stranger anxiety, she is a little firecracker of fun and love. She's developing a real strong little personality, but is also really soft, sweet and mellow. She has Daddy wrapped around her little pinky, but is not a spoiled-type and has enough tomboy in her to keep her from getting too princess-spoilt.

In case it isn't clear, we are absolutely smitten with our little kitten and feel so blessed for these two amazing little beings that we get to parent and love.