We Don't Make 'Em Small

Over here in Burghoffer-Sebby land (Imma be honest with you: it took me several tries to type my maiden name; s'been awhile)... but anyway, over here we make us some large big-boned sturdy kids.  I want you to pay particular attention to just how thrilled I was about this little tidbit: Aurelia's 24-months and Thaddeus' 9-month check-ups landed on the same day.  (Right?  Right?!)  Those of you with multiple little ones know--killing two birds with one stone is just.thrilling. 

So, some good news:  my children are still big people (like between 80 and 95% for head size, height and weight), but no longer abnormally so, at least according to their doctor.  As you all know, Matt and I are not small.  Matt is 6'3"; I am 5'10".  And, yet, people are constantly surprised that Thaddeus is under a year and Aurelia is only two.  So, despite the genetic fact staring others in the face that their parents are tall, ergo, they are above average size, the incredulity of strangers persists.  I'm considering cutting their arms off mid-radius so newcomers can count the rings indicating their age rather than trusting the lady who pushed them out of her hoo-ha x length of time ago.

In other news, the house hunt continues.  I finally got in touch with a landlord who holds the deed to an (almost) ideal place.  Enough space (enough bathrooms), a fenced yard and ample garage storage for my abundant thrift store projects for under our budgeted amount.  But he's stringing me along a bit.  Pisser.

And that's that.  I really should be packing.