Nevergirl’s

The girls are growing like weeds. I wonder how they got to be so big so fast. Not too long ago, I was 22 and heavy with Alex. Now Alex fights me for Xbox time!

Last year, I was 26 and pregnant with Charlie. Today, Charlie wears size 2 of the infants’ clothing range and pigtails. Her yaya told us today she might be teething. She drools enough for three babies and snacks on her fingers all the time.

I don’t know what it is about kids these days but it seems to me they’re all growing much faster than kids did in my time. It won’t be long now before we’ll be feeding Charlie Gerber and Cerelac and signing her up for classes!

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Baby's got a new 'do.

Laughfest!

I read very fast. Some would call that a skill; I call it a very effective way to get rid of materials that give me allergies, an entire chapter on Government Accounting, for example. The problem with my eyes working the way they do is that I can’t seem to stop reading everything I see. The other day, it was the label of a dried-cranberry snack. I stopped as soon as I realized what I was doing but it was too late: I’d gotten to the part: contains trivial amount of fat.

This compulsion to read, read, read and quickly bothers me because I type the same way – just as fast and with only two fingers. Sometime last year, a Korean insisted I learn to keyboard the proper way (read: all 10 fingers at work). I insisted I didn’t need to and proved it by talking Juliet and Vet into taking a typing test along with me. The outcome? This two-finger typist massacred the two at the keyboarding contest — but that doesn’t change the fact I still type all wrong.

The photos above have got nothing to do with this blog whatsoever. I just wanted you to say hi to my sister and 3-month-old Charlie.

Meet Sage Charlotte Erzulie, born September 26. She drinks two ounces of milk every two hours, makes mewling sounds when annoyed, and hates air-conditioned rooms. She has her dad’s nose and her mom’s intractability. Oh, and she’s charming enough to inspire a surprising, are-you-sure-this-is-you burst of domesticity in a mom who never thought she’d find joy in changing diapers, waking up at the ungodly hour of six just so the little one could get some sunning, and prattling to a little person who never talks back.

A 10-minute old Charlie

Baby and grandma (that's what your daughter should call your mom's sis, isn't it - grandma?)

‘Course, you won’t be seeing any mother and child photos posted any time soon because at 30 pounds over her pre-baby weight, the mom shuns cameras and photo ops with almost religious vehemence.

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