A selection of photos from Maggie's birthday last week. She looks pretty happy, no? Yep, she's pretty much just a happy kid. She had her doctor check-up a few days later and is also a healthy kid. She took her book about Farley going to the doctor and thought it was pretty neat to have Dr. Lisa do all the things to her that happen to Farley in the book. Except for the shots. That wasn't so neat, and she tells me sometimes now that she doesn't like shots. But she was very brave when they happened and clung to her lollipop and remembers that shots keep you from having to go to the hospital later. She is 37.5 inches tall and 38 pounds (which puts her in the 60-somethingth and 90-somethingth percentiles) and developing normally in all good ways.
And now, some business to attend to. I generally try not to post anything that will garner me hate mail, but here goes and hopefully y'all will be in forgiving-type moods. This will be the last Maggnificent Monday. Since we are very soon adding on to the family unit, I'm anticipating a drop in my free time and motivation. (Did someone in the audience yell out "plummet!"?) This is not to say that I'm abandoning the blog or anything; just the planned, scheduled, regimented postings that sometimes make me dread the day of the week. Maybe we'll have Two for Tuesdays or something. We're just gonna play it by ear.
But I promise to still tell you about things like tonight: In her bath she was spouting nonsense words, one of which happened to also be a molecule (acac, for those who want to know). Bill drew it on the tub for her ("first an M, then two lollipops on top, polka dots that rollercoaster from one lollipop to the other, then we write in the negative charge"). And Maggie repeated his instructions and copied the molecule next to his. And when we put her in bed she kept asking for "the bow one." So I brought her the board that teaches you how to tie shoes. "No, bow one." So I gave her the fabric book that has a shoe to tie and hair to braid and buttons to button and those sorts of things. "No, bow one. I'll show you." And she took into bed her periodic table of the elements where her favorite element is boron. Duh, Mom and Dad; what kind of child did you think you were raising?
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