Everything about my boy is long. Long legs, long arms, long torso, and long sleep cycles. Even
his toes are long. At a wee bit over 22 inches at birth, he was
substantially taller than the average newborn, which is between 19 and
20 inches.
Like me, his fingers are long. Most people who see him notice his
hands, and the common opinion is that he's inherited his mother's
piano-playing hands. "The hands of a pianist," the refrain goes.
One group of friends, however, has a different opinion. My friend
N., a devoted programmer, said with delight, "He's got hacker hands!"
P., a video-game fanatic, enthused, "He's going to be such a good
gamer!"
It's all in the audience.
Friday, October 1, 2004
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2 comments:
I'm behind on my journal reading. Welcome Nathaniel!
Thanks :)
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