Owing to a recent trip to the library I'm all stocked up on reading goods, and I've much enjoying some Wodehouse. One description of London mentioned Piccadilly Square and Charing Cross Station, and I felt so homesick thinking, 'Yes! That's real! I've been there!' I did a double-take when I came across a mention of the Drones' Club, though. My first thought was, 'Wow! So it wasn't made up for Bertie and Jeeves, after all! It's a real landmark, like all the rest!' My second thought recollected that I was reading Wodehouse, and pounded my humiliated little first thought into oblivion, burned it alive, and kept it on bread and water for six weeks.
When we were in England I stumbled across a missing linguistic link. As our picture was being taken, the photographer announced, 'Smile, everyone! Say Cheers!' 'Cheehs!' responded my British fellow posers in impeccable British accents, thus paving the way for the American and not-nearly-so-elegant-sounding counterpart Cheese.
At her six-week check-up yesterday, Jane discovered that she is now 9.25 lbs. and 23 inches long, up from 7 lbs. 6 oz. and 20.5 inches at birth, which puts her squarely in the 89th percentile for height but only 37th for weight. I strongly fear I am succumbing to dotage, in the Doting Mama sense. I actually painted her toenails yesterday, and then went outside and took still-life pictures of flowers on her toes. Only she was very much alive, and not very still.
Speaking of pictures, I've gotten so dreadfully behind at posting them (or at saving them into a temporary folder so Michael can post them later) that it is time to post some more again. Which means, as most long sentences - especially those punctuated with interjections and detours (cleverly designed to distract the reader from the main trunk of the diagram) - do, absolutely nothing.
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Hurrah for Wodehouse! And hurrah for England, although I still haven't ever set foot on British soil. We were going to go our first year of marriage, but had a baby instead. I remember telling Darren that had Addie been a boy, we should have named him Scotland Tripp Jones.
-- SJ
S & D- May you get to British soil very soon! I look forward to the day when I can take MJR to see England & Ireland. Hey, we should all rent a castle (I mean cottage) together, eh Rose?
And, isn't it funny how you always wonder why people tell you their baby's height, weight and %iles and then you have one of your own, and those details are forever on the tip of your tongue?
:) R
What a splendid idea, Rachelle! Wouldn't that be fun? *sigh*
Right, those numbers really don't matter in the long run, but somehow it's terribly fascinating right now. And I just got back from MY six-week checkup this morning, but you notice I don't post my weight, height, and percentile. =)
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