Last Thursday Maureen was two months old. That means I've survived two full seasons of Survivor Newborn. Better yet, so has she! She had a trip to the doctor's on Wednesday and got vaccinated (ouch!) and some new stats: little Mo weighed 10 pounds 7 ounces and measured 22 inches long.
[**EDITED 3/9/11 TO ADD** I had a feeling that the nurse made a mistake when she weighted baby Mo last Wednesday at her two month checkup. I was sure she was over 11 pounds. Today at the "weigh & feed" she clocked in at 11 pounds 14 ounces.]
"You and I"
by Jonathan Potter
You are a warm front
that moved in from the north,
a blind spot bearing beautiful gifts,
a garden in the air, a golden filament
inscribed with the name of God's hunting dog,
a magic heirloom mistaken for a feather duster,
a fountain in a cow pasture, an anachronistic anagram
annoyed by anonymity, a dollar in the pocket
of a winter coat in summer.
And I am the discoverer of you.
2 comments:
aw... congrats for making it through. most of my friends say you just have to survive the first two months.
Those first 3 weeks were pretty intense, but it gradually gets better...until a sleepless night seems out of the ordinary rather than "the usual." :)
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