Rowan's as fit as a fiddle! The pediatrician's visit today yielded the following statistics: our little bundle is now 7 pounds and 3 ounces, a hearty 2 ounces above his birth weight. This was quite pleasing to the doctor since getting back to birth weight by two weeks is generally the big goal. I wasn't surprised to see the numbers on the scale, since I had little doubt Rowan is a hearty eater. And thanks to the miracles of electric breastpumps, I've seen my milk volume with my own eyes. (This might sound silly, but I felt incredulous that milk could come from my body. Seeing it for myself made me a believer. Of course now that Rowan's eating more I get to see the milk secondhand all too often). On another aside, my father apparently calls electric breast pumps (not having seen one for himself, I'm quite certain) "milking machines". Dad (or "Papa", to Rowan) ran a dairy farm for several decades, and you can imagine the thought of his daughter hooked up to the kind of contraption he used to place on the cows might just be enough to send him. Don't worry, Dad -- I"ll hide it when you come to visit. :-)