Our scale showed no discernible weight gain, although she seems bigger, for what it's worth. We're still a couple of weeks from the doctor, so I'll give you a size update then. But I can report: she rolls, she squeals, she grabs her little feet, she grabs at toys, and she breaks into the most delighted grin at the sound of the song "Maria" (the Bernstein song), which I sing to her quite often. She has TWO razor-like teeth now, both on the bottom, and at this point, I feel fairly certain she's going to be a brown eyed girl. Her eyes are still mostly off-blue, but have these fascinating little veins of gold that look suspiciously similar to the golden brown color of her father's eyes. As I am rather fond of her father's eyes, I have no objections at this time.
Hair? Ha! Clearly she has no need.