No. 7: No snips, nor snails, nor puppy-dogs' tails.

When: April 28, 2009
Where: St Michael's Hospital, Women's Health Centre, Obstetric Clinic
Who: Our developing daughter
What: Patrick's fear of raising a girl, soon to be realized

Why: Further chronicling of the sprout who grew into a peanut who grew into a stubborn little melonhead. The ultrasound technician joked that our baby is "squirmy" and "a bit uncooperative", as when we first checked in on her this morning she was lying on her stomach, arms above her head and obscuring her face, moving about as if trying to swim. Even the sugary stimulants in a banana, eaten while walking around the hospital in an attempt to jostle her onto her back, couldn't provoke our baby into flipping over. A compromise was reached as she lay on her left side and I on my right, with the technician meeting everyone halfway in order to finish the measurements.

Wow, I just caught a mental glimpse of our daughter's teenage years.


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[S]nips [...] snails [...] puppy-dogs' tails
St Michael's Hospital
Women's Health Centre, Obstetric Clinic
Patrick
the sprout who grew into a peanut
ultrasound
teenage years

No. 6: The first of the inevitable many.

When: April 5, 2009, 7:20am MT
Where: Our bathroom at Pat & Hack's house, Cedar Crest, NM
Who: Me
What: Excited about my first grey hair!

Why: I'm not sure why I thought I'd only start going grey in my forties, and I don't know how quickly I'll sprout additional greys, but I like this change. Hack told me to blame it on the baby, who may or may not turn out to be the cause of my future greys. Of course, I might not like it as much if my grey hair arrives in patches instead of classy streaks. Also, maybe those classy streaks would look better in long hair than my preferred short. What if I wake up and find that I've gone completely grey overnight? A fright!


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MT
Cedar Crest, NM
the baby
classy streaks
completely grey overnight
A fright! (Who is that? Click here!)