April 22, 2008

"I'm sick, Daddy."

See, this is the reason I tried to convince my wife not to teach my son English. Who wants to hear that when he comes home from work?
Poor little lad sitting with a glass between his legs, sipping juice out of a long curly straw. Ainsley said he had a 101-102 fever. This after Erin has a terrific ordeal at the doc's yesterday during her checkup, getting shots and having to have blood drawn when the technician pricked her own finger with the needle. So she's been feverish and cranky the last two days, too.
Officially, she's a perfectly healthy "not-so-little," as Ryan calls her, girl. At 4 months old, she's 14 pounds and 25.5 inches tall (50th and 90th percentiles, respectively). She's also found her voice since I was gone, and has become quite the Chatty Katherine.
She also apparently likes hockey. All she could do to twist her head around 270degrees to look at the action on Comcast SportsNet.

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