340 meters per second

Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement.

&mdash Alfred Adler (1870-1937)

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Has her own weather system.

Even with the pediatric nurses regularly filling in little booklet the hospital provided us, it's still hard for me to fathom B's growth: she's a colossus. Her soft skull skirts the stratosphere and every hesitant step sets the very earth a-tremble. Eighteen months ago she was a single-celled organism and now, with one sweep of her massive palm, she can pull down a shelf of first-edition graphic novels. Life: it's a miracle, but it has no respect for genius in the comics medium.

Every stage of her development has been photographed, filmed (most mediated baby ever) and discussed with friends, family and health professionals, and yet it still seems like she went from baby chick to roc overnight.

I'm trying to teach her to say "fee fi fo fum" but it keeps coming out as "ba ba ba".


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