Eleven years ago tonight, I was recovering from the birth of this 3 pound 15 ounce cutie five weeks shy of her scheduled arrival. Twenty-seven days in the SCN, and $78,000 in medical bills later, they sent her home weighing a whopping 4 pounds 8 ounces with a butt the size of a Barbie but the attitude of a pitt bull holding a steak.
Eleven years later, she's still got the attitude and a sister. (She's the one on the right - her sister the stand up comedian is the one on the left making the wiseass face.) Back then, she was happy with a pacifier made of a rolled up cloth diaper with a premie nipple taped to the end of it. Now it's "Dream Life", Tamagouchi, a billion Barbies, Inuyasha, and a whole lot more.
Happy Birthday, to the former Monster Baby (because she used to growl like a little monster, of course)!
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