Mother of Three

For those of you keeping score (I'm thinking largely the grandparents), Charlotte had her second-month medical check yesterday. A big to-do with too many shots (four) and some oral meds. Enough to make any kid cranky, which, after a nap, she became. I took her to a luncheon and auction to benefit the Symphony Orchestra League of Alexandria. The ladies (median age 75...no really), just adored her. Until about the time she decided she'd had enough and let forth with shrill crying. I kept trying to explain she was not trying to bid on the crystal decanter.

Minus the out-of-wack spirits, the doc says she's in fine shape. She's doubled her weight since birth, coming in at a healthy 12-pounds, 6 ounces. She's also grown 2 inches. Her head is big, 75th percentile, very Barnes-like. We'll see if it manages to tip the scales like her brother's cabesa dura.

Today, despite the rain, the nanny and I set out on foot for our 10 a.m. Kindermusic class. We had every manner of slicker, umbrella, and stroller cover, but still, we all got damp. The kids love the class. Their teacher is a model of patience. Of course you have to be with a job like that. The best part, is that everyone thinks Harry, Charlotte AND Lucy are my kids. All three. They pity me. And they look particularly confused whenever I pick up Harry and leave Lucy to frolic with the nanny as we dance and spin (hard enough with two kids, trust me on this). Clearly, they must thing I'm a wicked mother who plays favorites. I need to buy a shirt that reads "mother of two."