Evelyn had her eight month doctor’s appointment today. She sat on the exam table and laughed and ripped up the sheet of paper she was sitting on. She weighs 20 lbs. (I guess the scale we weighed her on the other day wasn’t accurate — it said 22 lbs.) and is 28 1/2 inches tall. White-Wilson somehow misplaced her record and it was located at another clinic in a nearby town. A courier drove it over. In a meantime, Evelyn fell asleep on the exam table and took a nap, sprawled out like a hobo in nothing but a diaper. She yelped when she got her first shot. I told her it was okay and handed her her purple pacifier and she didn’t even wince when she got her second. No crying, nothing. Then she pleasantly smiled at the astonished nurse. Her father jokingly wrote on the fridge’s whiteboard on Ash Wednesday that Evelyn was going to give up crying for Lent. Perhaps so, perhaps so. She still has ash stains all over her white shirt.