What goes around...

Our youngest, Megan, was born at home (an event that deserves a whole story), so we didn't have the usual data collected that a baby born in the hospital would, such as birth weight. When Meg was a couple days old, her aunts took her down to the local grocery store and weighed her on the meat scale. When I found out, I was horrified. It seemed so demeaning to take my little baby and put her on a meat scale! As I recall, I made a rather big deal of it.

So you can imagine my chagrin as, many years later, I'm reading my mom's entry under "Weight" in my own baby book: "Eight and one half pounds on the scale at Safeway"!