Thinks back on all the pictures and videos of Matilda. Takes a moment to recover from the ded. She is beautiful, healthy, responsive, and as perfect as can be baby girl. Growth charts are goofy. Look around you at the adults you know and love. We certainly do come in a variety of shapes and sizes.
Brendon has never made it on the chart. He was born 3 weeks early at 8lbs. By the time he was to his due date he was over the top of the chart and has never looked back. He is so thin at the moment that he has dipped to the 99%tile on weight at 183. His height has always been off the chart. Bobby has been pretty steady at 75. Yay for being able to buy clothes!
There is a long list of things we obsess about as parents. Really we can't help ourselves. But size is one of those things that just is. Among the adults in my life that I consider happy and successful are itty bitty people and huge people. Don't think size is a contributing factor.
{{Ginger}} Try and pretend that you are watching a badly written sitcom. Picture their grandchildren marrying same sex different race communists. And smile politely.
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I remember being very excited when I was in fourth grade and, for the first time since I could remember, I was actually on the height chart. At the fifth percentile. Every other year, the doctor had had to draw a few lines under the bottom of the chart to record my height. (I think the highest I got was something like 25th percentile after a growth spurt in sixth grade, then I pretty much stayed at that height -- grew maybe an inch or two more in high school.)
When my older sister was a baby, the doctor was concerned about her size. He asked my parents if there were any tall people in the family -- trying to figure out if she was just genetically small, or if there was a real problem. My mom thought for a second, then turned to my dad and said, "Your father's tall." Turned to the doctor and said, "He's about 5'8"." The doctor figured the baby was fine.
Once we become adults it seems that the biggest obstacle to being either very large or very small is finding clothes to fit properly.
Lillian's head is the only part of her on the charts, hitting average, even though she's short and skinny. No flipping required.
Ah, Nashville. The memories, the crazy memories... Ginger, I went to college there and lived there until I was ... 30-something. I haven't been there since they finished installing the Athena at the Parthenon. Go see it if you can - I want someone to tell me how gorgeous she is. (Im in ur trip, stealin ur free time)
Matilda is perfectly proportioned and beautiful. Her head is head sized.
Once we become adults it seems that the biggest obstacle to being either very large or very small is finding clothes to fit properly.
The only answer to this is nudity.
The only answer to this is nudity.
Has Owen been whispering in your ear while you nap?
I'd love to be at the Parthenon, but I have to leave for the wedding in about 2 hours. It's in rural Tennessee about 20 miles north of Nashville. We're driving with my cousin, who cites G. Gordon Liddy as an authority for his opinions, and his wife, who this morning kept saying, "It don't matter where you go to school." I know that sounds snobbish, but this is a woman who thinks she's always right and has the worst spoken grammar I've ever heard. We all make occasional lapses. Hers are not occasional.
streaks through the thread nekkid
