I’m really not sure how it got to be 9:23 already, but being that it did, I should write as fast as I can. Today was a return to the routine for everyone. Mason is teaching night school classes again, and he started tonight. This meant that my aggressively bourgeois cooking got another roll out tonight in a pasta bake straight from the pages of the ChickaDEE cookbook. It was delicious, though. It’s nice to be able to make something delicious, rather than throw together something from the freezer. And the abundant leftovers will help tomorrow morning. Score.
Today was also the date set for Maggie’s first immunizations. We had a doctor’s visit last month, but were too soon for the needle. Today she earned a little round band-aid on each of her chubby thighs, poor thing. She was very brave, enduring the first with a curious look but bursting into howls of outrage when the second needle established a pattern. I nursed her throughout, as I did for Blake, which made the both of us feel better.
Mason and I have been marvelling over her growth, feeling intuitively that she’s getting significantly bigger every day (which is confirmed when all of her three month size sleepers became ¾ length sleeves over the break). Today she weighed in at 12 lbs, 2 oz, which seems a staggering amount of growth considering how worried we were in the first few weeks. She’s charging out of the middle percentile; not something I experienced with Blake.
She’s also been extraordinarily lively and alert today, initiating conversations of “ahh”s and “oohhh”s with me several times (including during storytime with Blake, when she was so loud she drowned out my reading). When she stares at me, grins and starts talking, she is mermerizing. She always wins the staring contests. The idea of lying down with her this morning after everyone else was gone was sublime. I think I’m in love.
