you will marry a peanut butter jar.

Apparently there is a popular new policy in grocery stores that allows liquor to only be sold to a person over the age of 21 who is also in the company of persons over the age of 21. Which means that when Matt buys alcohol, I get carded too. We've only had two experiences with this. The first was in Jewel, and the manager was a reasonable man who clearly understood that married people with children are an exception to this particular rule, rolled his eyes at the employee who was about to send us away, and approved our purchase. The second, however, was in Target, where the manager was an awful old woman who insisted that she couldn't sell beer to us, because I am, in fact, still 8 months away from my 21st birthday. When we asked her why the baby didn't need an ID, she told us that our son was "a little bit different because he wasn't able to drink the alcohol." I think he's as able to drink alcohol as he is to drink anything else! So why do I get carded? As far as I can tell, it's because I look like I might want to drink it. And that is discrimination. At his doctor appointment last week, Ambrose weighed 12 pounds. That is quite nearly doubling his birth weight, and, since his last visit, an average gain of a pound per week. This has also taken him from the 15th percentile for length and weight at birth to the 50th percentile. Good work, tubby. All your nursing is paying off.