<irony>First of all, my baby is superior to all other babies.</irony> No, but seriously folks, my baby is strong. Shortly after she was born, the nurse laid her on her stomach to give her a bath. Then Norah flexed her legs and arms to lift her little body off of the ground an inch and a half. And then she turned her head to look at the nurse. Honestly, I wasn’t as much proud as I was freaked out. I mean, babies aren’t supposed to do that…she looked kinda Sci-Fi Channel.

I’ve told other people that Norah has superior strength, and they’ve all bounced back with their own stories of their strong babies blah blah blah. I’ve become so tired of hearing others brag about their children that I’ve stopped bringing up the subject. Then earlier this week we went to the hospital to get her foot pricked for some standard blood tests. The nurse had the most difficult time holding her foot still. After wrestling with Norah for a minute, she let go and looked to me and Candyce and said flatly: “You’re baby is very very strong.”

And that’s coming from a pro, someone who wrangles babies every day of the week. If she announces that my baby is very very strong, then that’s all the confirmation I need. I have a superior genetic pool.