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.


August 19, 2012

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)

And then…

I was in Mommy’s arms.

I felt safe.

And happy.

And well, sleepy.

Daddy was there too.

We were a family.

Hello, My Name is Rylie

20121020-221454.jpgHi 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.