eight point nine kilo baby

we weighed jambeans today on the supermarket scales. i knicked the idea off a sitcom. like a true coward i tasked bf to do it and then walked off to spy on him from behind the cabbages before he could protest. he picked up the bub and hovered 'casually' around the scales, trying not to look guilty. unfortunately the place was crawling with staff and bf looked guilty as hell, and he hadn't even done anything yet. in the end i just walked up to the nearest shelf stacker and asked him if the scales would take my baby's weight. he looked scared that a customer had actually spoken to him in the first place, let alone asked something that wasn't in his training manual, so we just plonked her on before he could register and we were away.

eight point nine kilos. she's jumped back up to the 49th centile. she's doing well.

next time i'm gonna try the post office. it's a lot closer.