A New Day

This has been a busy week for us. On Monday, Avonlea Jane turned two months old. Her two-month appointment was on Tuesday. She is 11 lbs., 8 oz. and 23 inches long, putting her in the 75th percentile both in height and weight. Dr. Horowitz was also able to explain Avonlea Jane's bald spot in the back of her head. We couldn't figure out how she had a bald spot on the back of her head, as she almost always sleeps on her side--tummy-to-tummy with Mommy. The key, however, was the carseat.

Because of the time of her appointment, we weren't able to watch the presidential inauguration on the big screen at CinemaSalem, but it was impressive even in our living room. The whole event was quite moving and exciting and hopeful. We're both so thrilled that this is the political climate into which our daughter was born, and that she will never know a world where it was impossible to think of a woman or an African American in the White House.

On Wednesday and Thursday, I started classes again at Emerson. This is my last semester (thankfully), and I am in two classes: one on bookselling, one on contract/copyright/subsidiary laws and processes. This was the first time David and Avonlea Jane were alone for more than one bottle, and both survived. They were both a little frazzled by the time Mommy got home, but hopefully that will improve in the coming weeks. After taking a semester off and having a baby, all of the other students look so young. The incoming graduate class is on average younger than my class, but they look like teenagers. I feel like I am looking at them all through "Mom Goggles." Then again, I'm only one of three people (I know of) in the program with a child, so we're certainly the odd ones out.

The game with the credit card thief continued, as we received in the mail 500 blank business cards with trees on them. This finally prompted us to contact the police (also at the request of our bank management who were concerned this could become personal and threatening), who fortunately informed us that this happens all of the time. I don't know how we could have missed a rash of credit card thieves sending flowers in Salem, but the officer who came to the house wasn't even surprised. He said the reason behind it is to set up a pattern of transactions so as not to be suspected when making a larger purchase sent to an alternate address. We were relieved to find out the whole thing was purely financially motivated and not personal. In the future, we do hope though that if our card gets stolen again we benefit in the way of movie tickets and gummy bears.