From Anorexia to Bulimia

We had been pleasantly surprised at the lack of vomiting/spitting-up/cookie-tossing from our dear Miss Mia.  The bigs were notorious pukers as infants.  I recall being dumbfounded and maybe even annoyed by all the bibs people had given me when Nate was born.  All I kept thinking was that he was a baby and why would he need a bib?  Good lord.  I learned quickly that I needed all those bibs and then some in every size shape and color to coordinate with outfits because he was a soggy barfing machine!  Tessa followed in her brother's footsteps and luckily we got to add some pink and purple to the mix of thank-heaven-for-little-boys-bib collection.  Miss Mia has turned the corner and has been doing just fine ingesting her calories.   Proudly we've been seeing them go straight to her chin!  We wish they'd make her hair fill in and grow but we remain patient.  I had just been saying how the pile of bibs has laid untouched and neatly stacked on her changing table.  And. Well. Long gone are her days of anorexia.  She has fully committed to bulimia and is getting her fair share of the bib-wearin' now.  Oh, yeah, and she can smile now too!  Hilarious!

 Made you Smile!

Look at that chin...and that other chin!