Up in the Air

Tomorrow, Temple's first airplane ride.  We chase the sun west to Montana to introduce our girl to her Uncle and Aunt.  

Estimated time of departure from Casa Sermon: 4:45am, EST  

It's going to be a long day, but I'll breath through the stress.  No one better my junk at the security.  I anticipate throngs of cheerful travelers patiently working together toward a common goal.  Everyone loves a baby on an airplane.  Seatbacks and tray tables in their upright positions, folks.

If we fall out of the sky, I will hold my dearest loves and thank God for our brief, joyful lives.  

Current conditions in Billings: 8.6 degrees of mercury, light snow.  Bundle up, babies.

Away we go, again.

Diagnosis: Daddy

     We went to the pediatrician for Temple's 6 month check up.  Here are her stats:

          Height:                        27.5 inches

          Weight:                       20 pounds, 8 ounces

          Head Circumference:  46.2 centimeters

          Most Resembles:         Her father

     She also has dermagraphia, which means sensitive skin.  The doctor diagnosed it by scratching an X on her skin.  It remained visible for several minutes (derma = skin; graphia = writing).  It's no biggie.   Lots of tots have it.  She also got seven (7) vaccines, one oral, six (6) injected.  Little girl got 6 shots in a row.  She took it well, probably better than I would have.  I would have cursed loudly; she just cried a little.  The shots made her a little crabby for the next day or so, mostly, I think, because the injection sites (front of her thighs) were sore.  They probably hurt her when she laid on her belly, trying to crawl, which she is going to do any day now.  She gets in to the plank pose, up on her hands and toes.  When I go get her in her crib in the mornings, she is usually on her belly with her butt in the air, like Yoda in that scene in Star Wars when Luke first gets there and Yoda is looking through all his stuff.  Yoda butt.