Two Butterballs

This is what happens when Mommy needs to run to the potty in the middle of making English muffins in our oh-so-slow toaster. In true Paula Dean style, Ally helped herself to a little snack while waiting things out.

I'm okay with this morning's little indulgence for 4 reasons:
1) Ally was being adorably self-sufficient.
2) We figured out last week that she's the same size as her 1.5-year-old cousin and could stand to be fattened up a bit. (Her constantly falling pants and undies have also been a strong indicator of this fact.)
3) There are worse things to be gobbled down than something so
smartly-balanced.
4) Mommy loves her some butter, too.


Although I feel like a hippo most days, by obstetrical standards I continue to measure small. The docs ordered another ultrasound to be sure everything's still okay, but we weren't worried. In my mind, all that meant was an opportunity for Baby #2 to have another in-the-womb photo shoot.
Verdict is: Everything is still all good. She's measuring right on target. She's already got long eyelashes. She definitely looks like a Hoffman; I just hope her head circumference will stay in the 50th percentile. (The weird, deformed Chihuahua paw in the bottom right corner is actually the umbilical cord.) So, now that you know what she looks like, any good name suggestions?