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Vibing non-angry non-swearing helpful letter back vibes to you, Aimée.

So, at 6 months old exactly, Matilda is only about an ounce and a half short of having perfectly doubled her birth weight (6 lbs. 5.9 oz.) at 12 lbs. 10.5 oz. Her pediatrician admitted that she's petite but told us not to worry for even a second and pronounced her development "superb." She has great muscle tone, is rolling like a pro, and now has the tips of two barely visible teeth just beginning to break the surface of her bottom front gums.

I couldn't be prouder if she had taken a first at Oxford (though I really have only the vaguest notion of what taking a first at Oxford means, and I may in fact have botched the phrase entirely).

Go Matilda!

Burrell - How's about getting together Sunday?

That would be good. Let me double check, but yeah.

Matilda is doing wonderfully. I was so stressed out about Franny being petite, and now I realize it wasn't an issue at all in terms of her health.

Yay, Matilda! I can't believe she is 6 months old already.

ImemeN, I absolutely am not smart enough for Physiological Psychology. My head hurts.

If it's any consolation, sj, my head hurts just contemplating that course title. I don't think I could even have signed up for it without being stabbed in the forehead with the stabby headache of can'thandleititis.

Aww, cutie Matilda and her many accomplishments!

So the other day I was forced to wear a pair of brown sandals to work with a piece of the heel chewed off. I needed brown shoes, and I haven't had cash to buy new shoes in ages; hence, puppy-chewed seven-year-old, smelly sandals. A similar thing happened with a pair of black shoes a few weeks before that.

I decided today that enough is enough. I don't have the cash, but I do have a credit card. I went to Famous Footwear (where every single shoe in the store was buy one, get the second half off) and bought SIX new pairs of shoes. Well, actually four new pairs of shoes and two pairs of flip flops to replace the ones that are falling apart.

I am now going to take great glee in going through my shoes and throwing away all the nasty, worn, chewed, and stinky ones. Let's hear it for retail therapy! And for not looking like charity girl at work anymore.

Thanks, JZ. I don't register for classes, the school signs me up for them, otherwise I would have put this one off much longer.

I needed brown shoes, and I haven't had cash to buy new shoes in ages; hence, puppy-chewed seven-year-old, smelly sandals.

Dude. I know the feeling. Except mine is mostly planning to wear the good shoes I have and then finding out they've been puppy chewed. Latest victim? Anne Klien red patent leather strappy wedges. Serious loss. Everytime I wore them, my gay friends would tell me how very fabulous they were.

ETA: Go Matilda!

Yay, Matilda!

I am beginning to miss the ability to put my hands in the air and wave them like I just don't care. I can only do it with the one.