I went to the doctor today for my 2 month checkup. She said everything about me was great — I’m 24.5 inches long (98th percentile) and a little over 11-and-a-half pounds (60th percentile). Daddy thinks that means I’ll look like Mommy.
Then another lady came in and POKED ME WITH FOUR NEEDLES.
I DID NOT LIKE IT!
At 2:35 pm on Sunday, August 19th, 2012, I was born. New Slang by The Shins was playing on Pandora.
Suddenly there was light everywhere and a bunch of people were cleaning me and poking me and weighing me and measuring me. (for you stat geeks, I was 21 inches long, 8 lbs 8 oz)
I was in Mommy’s arms.
I felt safe.
And well, sleepy.
Daddy was there too.
We were a family.
Hi there. My name is Rylie. Rylie Elizabeth Post to be exact.
I’m two months old, but I’ve already got some stories to tell.
Like, for example, how this house seems to contain a lot of devices capable of connecting to the internet, and there’s this blog here, but somehow, it hasn’t been updated in over a year. What’s up with that? Dad? Mom? (and Mom, seriously… three posts? ever? I know you’ve been busy incubating me, but I sort of expected more)
Anyway, one day I was messing around on the computer (seen on the right) and hacked into this blog and created an account for myself. I’m hoping that I can be a more consistent blogger than Mommy and Daddy. It’ll be a challenge to fit it into my schedule of playing, eating and sleeping, but I’m setting this as my first goal.
Plus, these people are taking a LOT of pictures of me, and I’m not sure I want them all on that Facebook thing, so I’m going to put some of them here.
Feel free to leave me a comment here. I’ll try to reply to the best ones when I wake up from my nap.