It's official

Miss E is underweight. And now she eats in 'spurts'. Crapola.

She's always been slender. That is to say below the 3% line, heck someone's got to be there. She was born below the 3% line, and will probably always be below the 3% line. That's not the problem, but in the last 3 months she's grown more in length than she did in weight. Grrrrrrrr. Now not only do I try to feed her every three hours, I have to add butter, cream and cheese to everything. I was hoping to be able to start giving her the same food that Guitar Man and I eat, but that will not happen if I have to add butter to everything. Personally I'm ready for the pediatrician to say 'Lets see if she can tolerate peanut butter.' At least then I can give here peanut butter sandwiches. But what really gets my goat is the information packet the doctor gave me. That stupid stack of papers makes me feel like I'm being talked down to. And that is crapola, so I shredded them. And you know what? I felt better after doing it.