Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Rampart, we've got the vitals
Lindsay met her nice new pediatrician yesterday, and here's how she measured up:
- Weight: 14 lb, 12 oz (25th percentile)
- Height: 26 1/2 inches (75th percentile)
- Head: ?? (but it was 80th percentile)
This makes her the supermodel of babies: tall and skinny...but unfortunately, she's got the makings of a Taggart and our big fat pumpkin heads.
Lindsay did great with her shots and was given a clean bill of health overall. We'll know more about her ear next month, when she's scheduled for a hearing test.
Origin of the subject line: from one of my favorite TV shows of all time: Emergency! with Randolph Mantooth and Kevin Tighe. My sister and I loved that show and its semi-perilous adventures, plus all the folksy wisecracking with Chet, the portly fireman who couldn't cook. And that gritty Nurse Dixie, whose raspy voice belied a 2-pack-a-day habit for sure.
I haven't seen a rerun of this in a while, and it's probably a good thing. I don't think it would look too good now, much like Gilligan's Island, another one of our favorites. I will say that Gilligan and the castaways did teach me some excellent uses for coconuts and some rudimentary musical numbers, long before the Harlem Globetrotters appeared on their island.
Why did we think these and other shows were so great? Has TV gotten so much better AND I'm older, or just one of those?
