Happy birthday, babies!
A belated happy birthday to the babies! (It's taken me forever to get my act together this week...) On Saturday, Margaret and Josephine celebrated a whole year on the outside. They are not zero anymore, as Lucy likes to say.
"But why?"
Because they've been alive for a whole year!
"Did you ever think you'd get to this day?" asks Auntie Pamela.
Well, yes! To think otherwise would have been... not me. But they sure have come a long way. This is Margaret, back in the day, on oxygen support, with a big heaving pit in her chest.
And this is my little Josephinie, back when the special preemie pacifier was nearly as big as her face. Look at her skinny legs! She was like a little alien, come to see us on a special flying carpet that not only transports babies, but fixes their jaundice too.
And here they are at their birthday party!
Today, Margaret weighs 21 pounds. Without adjusting her age, she hits the 50-75th percentile for weight and height. Hello, Chubchub! My little Phinie weighs 17 and a half. That's... well, it's the 3rd percentile. But she's feisty!
The animal Margaret is most like: A Duck. (But a smart friendly one, which I know is not the most representative paddler.) She waddles around -- with a fat hand on her little walking accessories -- and then throws herself headfirst over the stuff in her way. You see her legs waving in the air, like a mallard diving for bugs, and then... whoomps! She's up again, with a big gap-toothed smile. She tries to talk. But she doesn't make any sense. And she tries to eat with a fork and spoon. And she tries to steal Lucy's stuff.
"Maaar-ga-RET! Stop!"
"Lulu! Why are you always yelling at Margaret?"
She is a tad dramatic. When she falls, she wails like the banshee. She also likes to shake her tushie and do that white-girl seat dancing thing. She's funny. She slaps her belly in the bathtub and laughs.
Here's the animal Josephine is most like: A monkey. For sure. When you pick her up out of her crib, she springs up -- and the momentum makes her feel even lighter than she really is. Then she's very likely to nip your shoulder. (I don't know what that's about.) And she clings so tightly, like a little tamarin!
She loves games! "I'm here! I'm here!" she shouts, as she throws blankets over her head and off. Giggle, giggle. And she's a splashing fiend in the tub. We're going to get moldy floors, baby! She's crazy about David. (I don't know what that's about either!) And green Jello. Everything about her is a little edgier than Margaret -- her giggles are more gleeful; her squeezes are more sweet; and her rages are little more fierce.
They both like books, but Josephine eats up The Very Hungry Caterpillar. She likes to poke her little fingers through the hole in the chocolate cake. I like to sing, "Josephinie! My little Queenie!" And now Lucy sings, "Josie! My little Queenie!" which doesn't actually rhyme, but still is very sweet.
They're really delightful little people.
"But why?"
Because they've been alive for a whole year!
"Did you ever think you'd get to this day?" asks Auntie Pamela.
Well, yes! To think otherwise would have been... not me. But they sure have come a long way. This is Margaret, back in the day, on oxygen support, with a big heaving pit in her chest.
And this is my little Josephinie, back when the special preemie pacifier was nearly as big as her face. Look at her skinny legs! She was like a little alien, come to see us on a special flying carpet that not only transports babies, but fixes their jaundice too.
And here they are at their birthday party!
Today, Margaret weighs 21 pounds. Without adjusting her age, she hits the 50-75th percentile for weight and height. Hello, Chubchub! My little Phinie weighs 17 and a half. That's... well, it's the 3rd percentile. But she's feisty!
The animal Margaret is most like: A Duck. (But a smart friendly one, which I know is not the most representative paddler.) She waddles around -- with a fat hand on her little walking accessories -- and then throws herself headfirst over the stuff in her way. You see her legs waving in the air, like a mallard diving for bugs, and then... whoomps! She's up again, with a big gap-toothed smile. She tries to talk. But she doesn't make any sense. And she tries to eat with a fork and spoon. And she tries to steal Lucy's stuff.
"Maaar-ga-RET! Stop!"
"Lulu! Why are you always yelling at Margaret?"
She is a tad dramatic. When she falls, she wails like the banshee. She also likes to shake her tushie and do that white-girl seat dancing thing. She's funny. She slaps her belly in the bathtub and laughs.
Here's the animal Josephine is most like: A monkey. For sure. When you pick her up out of her crib, she springs up -- and the momentum makes her feel even lighter than she really is. Then she's very likely to nip your shoulder. (I don't know what that's about.) And she clings so tightly, like a little tamarin!
She loves games! "I'm here! I'm here!" she shouts, as she throws blankets over her head and off. Giggle, giggle. And she's a splashing fiend in the tub. We're going to get moldy floors, baby! She's crazy about David. (I don't know what that's about either!) And green Jello. Everything about her is a little edgier than Margaret -- her giggles are more gleeful; her squeezes are more sweet; and her rages are little more fierce.
They both like books, but Josephine eats up The Very Hungry Caterpillar. She likes to poke her little fingers through the hole in the chocolate cake. I like to sing, "Josephinie! My little Queenie!" And now Lucy sings, "Josie! My little Queenie!" which doesn't actually rhyme, but still is very sweet.
They're really delightful little people.
posted by Mary Ellen at
4:19 AM
4 Comments:
AW! Happy Birthday to two cute little miracles. I'm so gratified to see how well they are doing. What gorgeous babies!
3rd percentile is higher than before, no?
Anyway, feisty is fine!
They are beautiful little ladies.
Yeah babies!!! Although they look like such little girls in real pants. Pretty soon they'll be too cool for the adults.
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