I just love the fact that whether or not the moon had arms was apparently under contention.
No kidding, how could she possibly suspect about the secret government base up there loaded with weapons?
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I just love the fact that whether or not the moon had arms was apparently under contention.
No kidding, how could she possibly suspect about the secret government base up there loaded with weapons?
I wonder what my concept of the Moon was at that age.... (How old is Matilda now?)
You could try telling her that once upon a time, before she was born, there were people on the Moon who flew up there in big rocket ships. I wonder if that would blow her widdle mind....
Also, since it's more head circumference than overall weight that is most, uh, difficult for the mother, I wonder if a melon-headed 7 pounder might be harder than a squishy 10. I know Casper (completely unmolded head after 3 hours pushing, most of an hour freakin' crowned) was much harder on me than Dillo, and he weighed more (but only 10 oz more). But I know second kids are usually easier.
Most of what I've read indicates that it's all about the head size. I have a friend who was born at 34 weeks or so. She weighed 5lbs. Her head was GINORMOUS (still is). Her mother, 34 years later, still talks about the Extreme Tearing this caused.
My brother was a large baby, but he has my mother's pinhead, so he came out quickly and without causing damage.
Her mother, 34 years later, still talks about the Extreme Tearing this caused.
A phrase I WILL NOT PONDER.
(slaps self on forehead) NO, BRAIN. STOP NOW.
A phrase I WILL NOT PONDER.
I think for the benefit of GC and any other pregger buffistae it's a phrase we should all just admire from afar and not ponder too too closely.
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Once when my nephew was, I don't know, 5 or 7, maybe younger, he was visiting my parents and my mom noticed the moon was a pretty spectacular crescent in a clear sky and pointed it out to him. He contemplated it gravely and told her "In Boulder [where he lived at the time] the moon is round." We figure people had only said "Wow, look at that moon" when it was full up 'til then.
Oh, another way to confuse young children is to tell them the moon is following them.
::crosses tommyrot off "potential babysitters" list::
The moon STILL follows me. But I don't mind.