Fat baby Friday: mewling and puking edition

by chuckofish

I was thinking about babies and wondering how much I weighed as a newborn, so I found my birth announcement (7 lb. 6 oz.) and found this charming photo of my hatchling self.

newborn Katie.jpeg

This picture  used to embarrass me a lot when I was a child. Not too cute, this little babe. My mother always said, no, you were precious, but I could plainly see that I was not.

When I was growing up, one of my friends used to frequently say to me, “Open your eyes, Katie!” because I had a habit of closing them when I talked to people. (Yelling at me didn’t help.) You can see I was reluctant to open them from the beginning.

However, I can see me in that face, and as I get older, I think I look more like it than ever.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

–W. Shakespeare, As You Like It

Have a good weekend. It’s supposed to be colder “than normal” and they say we’ll get two inches of snow. Wanna bet?