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
My way to get through uncomfortable situations with my conservative relatives to think about stuff that would shock them if they knew -- slash, porn, the world if Kerry were President. Or the kind of fun Angelus would have with them.
