Maya had her 9-month check-up yesterday. The pediatrician says Maya's "thriving" and her measurements are now all at least in the 75th percentile for munchkins of her ilk. The tale of the tape is as follows:
Height - 28 1/2 inches
Weight - 20 lb., 2 oz.
Hatsize - 45 and something something (90th percentile, so I'm not worried)
Two shots didn't even really bother her much beyond when we'd gotten back out on the Street. Maya's chillin' in Gitmo for the moment, laying waste to the pile of toys she's sitting amidst. It's almost like the garbage compactor scene from the first "Star Wars" where everyone's wondering what might be lurking below. For short periods she'll tolerate Gitmo, but she's all over when she's out on parole. We need to babyproof. Big time.
No news worth harping on today. Lots of angles offered about Dubya's speech yesterday. All of them make me yawn. Journalism is very much the first draft of history. Especially in this instance. Rock on.
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