Thursday, November 29, 2012
My Baby Could Beat Up Your Honor Student
It's been two weeks since I gave Rosaline a bottle before bedtime. Usually it's a Wednesday night ritual as Gina teaches back to back classes on Wednesdays and can't nurse Rosaline before she goes down for the night. But last week was Thanksgiving eve so her early class was cancelled. For some reason, though, last night felt like it had been an eternity since I cuddled her on my lap as she sucked down her bottle while nodding off in my arms. But at 11 months two weeks is a huge difference. This kid got giant in two weeks. She's spilling over my arm and my legs started to go to sleep before she did. I swear, at one point I thought maybe I should be sitting in her lap and she be putting me to bed. Twenty four pounds. That's how much she weighs. Granted, it's no forty six that the Genebeast. ... I mean Genevieve weighs, but come on! And our kids aren't pudgcicles either. Genevieve is stretching the length limits on size 5, and she just turned 3. Arianna is not far behind, but Rosaline. ... she's outpacing Genevieve at this rate. So clearly my 5'9" wife is doomed to be the short one in our house hold. That being said, if anyone could have Misty May-Treanor get me a quote on private volleyball lessons I'd really appreciate it. I know she's in my neck of the woods cause she went to college down the street from me and I used to go watch her play when I was a high school middle blocker. Cause let's face it folks: if these girls can't get volleyball scholarships for college then the only alternative is going to be a life in the world of professional wrestling. That or modeling size 13 high heels in some big and tall type clothing catalogue for women. Or men for that matter. We don't judge.
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