Tongues Are Funny

Six months old today. Mom saw a woman with a 3-week old baby that was sooooo tiny at the doctor today. She almost fell over when the woman told her that the baby weighed more than I did when I was born. Mom can't remember having anything that tiny...The stats:Nicholas:14 lb and 8 oz, 26 1/2 inchesBenjamin:15 lb and 15 oz, 26 1/4 inchesFunny, last time they said I was 28 inches ... mom and dad said I was really only 25 1/4. I've gone from below the 5th percentile to the 25th perentile in weight in 6 months! Nicholas jumped from right at 5th to 10th pretty consistently.

Consistency is Key

, like my brother said, 10th percentile down-the-line ... Uncle Brian says I'll run a marathon some day. Of course I may stay skinny because I can't eat anything.
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Labels: Medical, Nicholas, Stats

Self Portrait

Cool. This is my blue phase.Nicholas is going through a green phase. We tried green beans for the first time last weekend, and I think he figured it out. I tried to spit them out to get them to stop feeding them to me, but he is a master. He ate the stuff and then threw it all back up. Brilliant! Mom and dad didn't feed us another green bean the whole weekend.Of course, more funny was when dad panicked as Nickel started puking. He threw Nicholas over his shoulder and started running down the hall to the bathroom. Of course by the time he got to the bathroom, Nicholas was done with his show, and there was a whole stream of green from the family room to the bathroom. Mom just mumbled something about owning stock in "Spot Shot."

The Meaning of Memorial Day

The Meaning of Memorial Day
The custom of placing flowers on the graves of the war dead began in 1866 and in 1868 General John A Logan declared May 30 would be a day to decorate with flowers the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country.After World War I the day was extended to pay homage and honor the Dead of all wars. The most solemn ceremony conducted on Memorial Day is the placing of a wreath at the "Tomb of the Unknowns" located in Arlington National Cemetery.Memorial Day had a more popular name called Decoration Day as it is the day when we offer flowers to our soldier dead and lay flowers on the hallowed ground where these heroes sleep after having given their lives in the causes of our country.The parades, floats, marching bands and the lines of veterans from World War I, World War II, Korea, Vietnam and Desert Storm all pay tribute to those gallant men and women who willingly answered their country's call And who paid the ultimate price.We of today's America owe them so much and seem to appreciate them so little. Many of us have only the foggiest notion of the real meaning of Memorial Day. Because of their valor and deeds we do not have to tremble at the sound of Nazi jackboots pounding down our streets, nor have to humble ourselves at the feet of a communist commissar, or pay tribute to a demi-god wielding a samurai sword. Nor do we need to fear any one of the long line of dictators and war lords who have paraded themselves across the pages of recent history.It would behoove us to humble ourselves for just one moment each year and return to the old American tradition of slowing our pace at 11 A.M. on Memorial Day, pay reverence and thank those honored dead for what they did. Far too often our nation takes for granted the freedoms all Americans enjoy.Let us remember these freedoms were bought and paid for by the lives of others few of us actually knew. They came from all walks of life and regions of the country. But they all had one thing in common - love and loyalty to country.By honoring the nation's war dead, we preserve their memory and thus their service and sacrifices in the memories of future generations.Frederick G LangstonState of Washington Legislative Officer

Attention Deficit Disorder

I think mom and dad have a hard time figuring out what to do when one of us is napping and they actually out-number babies that are awake. A cloth diaper, a butterfly rattle, my pacifier, the vibrating bouncy seat and a picture session all at once? They just kept piling stuff on me one-by-one.By the time Benjamin woke up from his nap, they had lost me under a pile of baby crap. At least I didn't get a sunburn.

Dad and His Hats

I know mommy gets most of my clothes handed-down and from garage sales, and we're very thankful, but THIS is ridiculous.Mommy says she's very excited about a new movie coming out next month called Nacho Libre http://www.nacholibre.com/ ; I think she's going to make me wear this hat. And everyone wonders why I'm working so hard to move around on my own. Isn't it obvious? So I can take off this stupid hat! My brother doesn't do anything, and they never put this stuff on his head. They seem to think that I'm the goofy one. Okay, there was that Dirty Rotten Scoundrels thing.

Rotten Scoundrel

My impression of Steve Martin's "Rupert" from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels