Atomic Tonic

Linnea had her two month check-up today. She's 10 pounds 11 ounces. 22.5 inches long. Already smarter than us as she managed to barf her way out of getting her shots. The nurse tried to give her an oral rotovirus vaccine. Linnea calmly projectile vomited it and a quart of milk all over herself and the floor. Twice. Then passed out from exhaustion. The nurse and I looked at each other, her in purple non-latex gloves and me with a boob hanging out, and decided that was good enough for the day. "Bring her back next week for shots!"

Matilda won't stop talking. She talks all through breakfast and drawing and painting her nails. She talks all through picking her outfit, "blue dress blue dress," and getting dressed. She talks on the way to the car. She talks in the car. She talks about the car. She talks through dinner and bath time. She talks over us when we read her stories. She talks to Linnea. "Chatty" was circled on her daycare note yesterday. Underneath that it said "at naptime."