Evelyn had her five month check-up yesterday at the pediatrician’s. I decided to take her a month late because when I took her for the two month (for which they had me come in when she was only one and a half months old) they gave her the two month vaccinations. And of course, if you look at her adjusted age, she was only half a month old when she went in. And those are, according to my very sensible feelings, way too many needles for a baby.

She had so much fun playing on the examination table. Her new thing is sticking her tongue out. All the way. It’s this soft little, thin, pink tongue that, for some reason, is very triangular. It looks like a spearhead. She needs to join the KISS reunion.

She did admirably. It seemed like it took the nurse forever to complete the shots. Four injections, and in-between she’s taking the paper wrapping and cap after the next syringe, and Evelyn’s eyes are getting wetter and wetter and her face redder and redder. Her ears filled up with tears. Afterwards I nursed her to sleep and she and I drove back home. She then went out shopping with us to look for formal dresses for Nathanael’s work’s Christmas party this weekend. She smiled and rode around in her stroller. What a sport.

Our daughter is petite, the doctor says. At five months she weighs 14 pounds 4 ounces which is the 30th percentile and is 25 1/2 inches long (Evelyn prefers that we say ‘tall’) which is the 60th percentile.

She’s awake!

While I didn’t pick up on this, amylovesbooks says The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe’s most recent incarnation had no soul.

Today is the 25th anniversary of John Lennon’s (the Beatle, not the chaplin) assassination and the eight anniversary of my car wreck in which I spun out on a left exit ramp, jumped an embankment, rolled down a hill back onto the interstate and was broadsided and stuck under a semi owned by the dubious Sam Walton, et al, suffered a traumatic brain injury and was unconscious in the hospital for three days. So sayeth the police report. My first words in the hospital and my first memory? Awaking while the nurse was shoving a potassium IV into my arm and I telling her that the chemical symbol for potassium was K, a fact which I only remember as it is an integral componet of the narrative. We shall be sure to toast this and the Sure Swift Hand at dinner tonight with Jon and Michael at the Cayene Cafe.

Baby Bush Toys right in time for the holidays!

I really like my company. They treat me more than fairly; they put me into a leadership position when I had only six months of experience; they recompense me well for my work; their benefits are great; and my bosses are actively helping me to excel - not to mention paying for me to go to school. However, as I was driving to class this morning, I passed our annual Christmas display. Someone in corporate management has completely bought into America the Redeemer. The display showed four doves spreading an United States flag over the globe with the caption “Peace on Earth.” Maybe they could have added Team America in Santa suits dropping peace nukes, for where there are no persons to be enemies, there will be peace - thus sayeth the Prez. Of course, contextually, this display is about par for the course given the various war-themed Christmas messages along the main boulevard through the air force base. Santa riding a MOAB, little electronic warfare gremlins standing next to gift bags - you get the picture.

Oh yeah, 1000. *shoop shoop*