Because I said so

We took Ryan back to the doctor Wednesday for the two-week checkup and weigh-in. Since he had lost so much of his birth weight, this was a big deal. I have been on a mission since the lightbulb moment last weekend that he was hungry, feeding him religiously every 2-3 hours whether he liked it or not. More than once I felt like a Mean Mommy, waking him up from a good sleep for a meal.



But it worked. Last week he was 6 pounds, 9 ounces. Ryan now weighs 7 pounds, 11 ounces -- just two ounces shy of his birthweight. And we packed it all on in five days.

The champ before the weigh-in, concentrating on his game

I told Ryan that America and its republican democracy starts outside the front door. In this house, I'm a benevolent dictator and what I say goes.

So here, baby, have a muffin.