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Thursday, April 22, 2004

And The Cake Was Still Good

Ian's mom and dad just celebrated their first anniversary (5 April 2004--although the celebration was postponed until this week by illness and travel). While they were distracted by the camera, Ian sampled the cake.

That little rascal!

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Ian's First Plane Trip

Marysia will have to fill in the details on Ian's first plane trip, but I would like to insert this cute photo of Ian playing on the floor somewhere on Long Island, New York.

Photo credit: Maria Ballentine.

Saturday, April 03, 2004

First Child ... Second Child

I stumbled upon this poem by Ogden Nash today. I suspect if Ogden Nash were alive today that he would be a blogger.

First Child ... Second Child
By Ogden Nash


Be it a girl, or one of the boys,
It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois,
It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetrician
Have possibly been a lobstertrician?
His degrees and credentials were hunky-dory,
But how's for an infantile inventory?
Here's the prodigy, here's the miracle!
Whether its head is oval or spherical,
You rejoice to find it has only one,
Having dreaded a two-headed daughter or son;
Here's the phenomenon all complete,
It's got two hands, it's got two feet,
Only natural, but pleasing, because
For months you have dreamed of flippers or claws.
Furthermore, it is fully equipped:
Fingers and toes with nails are tipped;
It's even got eyes, and a mouth clear cut;
When the mouth comes open the eyes go shut,
When the eyes go shut, the breath is loosed
And the presence of lungs can be deduced.
Let the rockets flash and the cannon thunder,
This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.
A staggering child, a child astounding,
Dazzling, diaperless, dumbfounding,
Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed,
A child to stagger and flabbergast,
Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn,
And the only perfect one ever born.


Arrived this evening at half-past nine.
Everybody is doing fine.
Is it a boy, or quite the reverse?
You can call in the morning and ask the nurse.

From Poetry Splash.

P.S. I dedicate this to Reid, the "second child."