menometrorrhagia

So Gigantor had her 15 month check up with the pediatrician today. I realized two things from this visit. One, Phenie's pretty freaking huge, 98%ile for height for 15 month olds. Looked at another way, she could not grow at all in the next 8 months and still be in the 50%ile. Or yet another way, at 1.25 years of age she looks like the average two year old. Or we could just stick with the notion that she's friggin' 'uge.
The second thing I learned is the nurse at our pediatrician's office is badass. She gave Phenie four shots in her legs in less than five seconds. It was like watching Forrest Gump play ping-pong. Incredible.

In keeping with the schizoid nature this blog has acquired I'll now jump to something completely different, namely, this blog itself. The fine folks at blog.com have finally wised up and switched from categorizing posts to tagging posts. 'Bout time, a-holes. Now I won't look back at a post and say, "Hmm, I guess this has to go under miscellaneous," every single time I talk about both Phenie and Fournier's gangrene in the same post (which I should never, ever do). I'm considering going back through the venerable menometrorrhagia.blog.com archives and tagging every post.
But I probably won't. Cuz I'm, you know, lazy.

Will Kimbrough is my new favorite Pandora discovery.

I thought Ojo would like this because he likes this and this a whole lot.

Back to Phenie. My parents visited last week and my mom predictably brought several new outfits for Phenie. Here she is modeling her hippie costume. And here she is modeling another outfit, which at a quick glance may seem less outlandish than the hippie garb, but look closer. See, it's like a powder blue mariachi costume. Which is kind of, umm, flamboyant? So take a little closer look. WTF? My mom bought my little girl a gay mariachi costume? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but what is she trying to say?