My sister called me yesterday to remind me to pick her daughter up from school, and during the conversation she asked how my darling precious babykins was doing. (Although I don't think she referred to her quite that way.) My sis is a pediatrician, which totally rocks when you're a new mother. She got all of the stupid questions about poop that I had:

Me: "She's pooping every diaper. Is this normal?"
Sis: "Does it look different going in than coming out?"
Me: "Ummm. Yeah."
Sis: "Then it's normal."

Three months later:
Me:"She's not pooping every diaper! She's gone two days without pooping!"
Sis: "You new mothers and your obsession with poo. She's fine. She'll poo! Why are you complaining about not having to change poopy diapers?"

Oh, and then there was the time that Anna was running a fever and my sister asked me how much Motrin I had given her.
Me: "I filled it to the little line."
(And I can clearly hear the eye roll over the phone.)Sis: "Which little line. How many milliliters?"
Me: "Umm.. however many milliliters the third little line is."

I'm surprised she still talks to me.

So, anyway, yesterday she called and the conversation turned to Anna. I made the comment that when Anna tries to eat fruit puffs she tends to drop them in her lap and then hunches over in her high chair searching between her legs for the puffs that she dropped. My sister commented that Anna was learning Object Permanence, and that she was doing well and getting it a bit early since babies don't usually master that until 9 months old or so. Then I told her that Anna hasn't really mastered transferring the puffs from her fist into her mouth. "Ah," my sister replied. "So she's smart, but spastic!."

Yeah, that's my girl!

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