Archive for May, 2008
|Seymour Skinner:||Superintendent, I hope you’re ready for mouth-watering hamburgers.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||I thought we were having steamed clams.|
|Seymour Skinner:||Oh, no, I said steamed hams. That’s what I call hamburgers.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||You call hamburgers steamed hams?|
|Seymour Skinner:||Yes, it’s a regional dialect.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||Uh-huh. What region?|
|Seymour Skinner:||Uhh … Upstate New York.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||Really? Well, I’m from Utica, and I’ve never heard anyone use the phrase ‘steamed hams.’|
|Seymour Skinner:||Oh, not in Utica. No, it’s an Albany expression.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||I see.|
Prudence had her 6-month check-up this morning.
Height: 27.0 inches (90th percentile)
Weight: 16 lb 14 oz (69th percentile)
Head circumference: 43.5 cm (78th percentile)
She was very cooperative in stretching out for her height measurement. She was not so pleased with the shot or body examination that followed. As you can see below, that passed fairly quickly.
Let’s see, what can Pru do now?
One thing is sit up on her own. She does eventually fall over (or, more often, slouch over) but she can keep her self up for long enough that I think we can add this to her official skill set.
Her manual dexterity is also developing nicely. She’s a grabbing fiend. Particular favorite targets include: Sarah’s hair, my beard, my chest hair, shirts, Petey, her mini-penguins, her pacifier (which she likes to waive around for a few minutes and then drop). And big-people food. She loves to grab at that. She took a fist-sized chunk out of the bun of a McDonalds Southern-Style Chicken Sandwich I was eating last week, which she proceeded to lick and suck on. We tried to explain that she’s not ready for refined and processed grains yet, but you know how kids are, they never listen.* She can also hold her bottle in place when she’s eating. She’s like a cartoon baby. She’s also working on petting the cat. Right now, it’s mostly just a species of grabbing (particularly his ears – he’s remarkably pacific about the whole business) but she seems to get the idea that she’s supposed to be running her open hand over his fur, and occasionally she can pull it off.
What else? Well, she babbles. Like it’s going out of style. And she looks like she’s starting to teethe.
*Note to Department of Children’s Services – we didn’t actually let her eat any of the bun.