this is, according to the new pediatrician, a milestone of sorts. Alana had them all well-covered. i’m not bragging, just relieved she’s not a freakshow. yay Alana!

She is 50th and 50th, G is 90th and 90th. I’m kinda enjoying G being such a fit, fast little athlete. and in contrast, i have at times been…ahem…not as smitten with Alana. even if she was 95/95, she would still seem small, slow and slothful compared to G.   POD-FORD. but i think she has developed stamina and resilience faster than G. She just keeps seeing what’s in front of her, plowing ahead, soaking it in, churning forward.

as i prepared to abscond with the filthy puppy, i whispered to Beckie and G to fall in with my larceny.   It went like this:
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ME:   Look, Alana is distracted by something shiny. i’m going for the puppy.

B&G:   WHAT? HUH? ALANA’s PUPPY?

ME: distract the baby

B&G:   WHAT? HUH? ALANA’S PUPPY?

ME: distract the damn baby

B&G:   WHAT? HUH? WHAT? LOUDER? ALANA’S PUPPY?

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*pffft*. amateurs, wrecking my plan to get it into the wash without a meltdown. by the time it was time to stick it in the dryer, she knew what wassup; shrugged and handed it over. ducky towel time for the smart baby.