Baseball Game Addendum

I forgot to mention that when Matthew was asked to describe a funnel cake, quoth he:

"It tasted like a donut! It had white stuff on it. It was curly... but not squishy, like Esme's hair!"

which made me laugh.

Matthew's First Baseball Game

Thanks to Uncle Asher and Ari, Daddy took Matthew to his first baseball game today, at Nationals Park.  It was really neat that this worked out; the opportunity came up at the very last minute, and on most Sundays, Dave's work schedule would have kept him from going. But this time all the pieces fell into place. Such a fun outing for my menfolk! Thank you very much, Spruill fam!

According to Matthew, the Nats played the Mights ("No, the Strongs!"), and Daddy bought him a fuffel cake. And if you choose to believe that the opposing team was, in fact, the Braves, and my son dined on funnel cake, well then, Dear Reader, that is your prerogative.

Six Months Stats

I've been bad about recording Graham's growth stats, but here, at least, is one entry! Yesterday we went in for his 6-month check and found that he is:

27 3/4 in. tall, or in about the 90th %, and
15 lbs., 7 oz., or in about the 25th %.

So pretty classic Wilcox baby stuff.

The only other noteworthy item is that the doctor thinks Graham has some condition with a name I can't remember... basically, he looks and tilts his head to the left all the time, so the muscles on the right side of his neck are underdeveloped. No big deal--we just have to help him look in the other direction more so those less favored muscles catch up. If he doesn't show improvement in six weeks, he'll need a little bit of physical therapy.

Surrender

Our friends Madison and Caroline were here playing with my little people yesterday. As the three oldest kids were enjoying a game of fairy tale adventure, I overheard the following snippet of dialogue:

Madison: Pretend I'm dead.

Matthew: Pretend I'm dead too.

Meg: "Oh... no! He's dead!" Pretend I have a magic potion that can bring you back to life.

Madison: Pretend it doesn't work on me.

Matthew: Pretend it doesn't work on me either.

Meg: No, it has to work on everyone!

(pause)

Madison: Pretend you spilled it all out.

(longer pause)

Meg: Okay. I'm dead too.