In one ear...

The photo does not suggest it, but for the past four days we have been caring for Captain Crankypants.
Elise just has been acting out of sorts. Happy one minute, unusually fussy the next. Content to play by herself if you tell her you're walking across the room, but royally peeved if you just get up and walk across the room. Drinks a bottle of formula, then insists on turning the bottle into a chew toy. Asleep for a few hours at night, then awake and screaming.
So at the clinic's urging, off we went Monday for a visit with Elise's pediatrician, who Anni and I are growing quite fond of for her compassionate-without-the-frills approach.
The doc stuck the otoscope into Elise's right ear, then into the left ear.
"Well, her left ear looks fine. Her right ear doesn't look fine," she said.
You guessed it. She's got her first ear infection, or otitus media for all of you who dig medical terms. That, of course, explains her rough past few days.
The doc prescribed an antibiotic -- the ubiquitous amoxicillin -- and sent us on our way.
However, no trip to the clinic would be complete without a stop on the baby scale. At seven months, she is 18 lbs.
What's the mean, 18 lbs? Well, one way to look at it is she now weighs more than the heaviest ball allowed in regulation bowling. Huh.