GrandDawn’s Log: Month 5

Dear Nathalie,

Though you did not realize it, you were present for a couple of very important moments this month. First, we had to say Goodbye to your mom’s first cat, Ash. She was an old cat, same age as your momma, but she became senile and she was not living a happy life. You, however, did not have a care to give about this event based on the picture below: goodbyeash Look at that, your mom and dad are saying farewell to a heavily sedated cat and you are just living it up! It’s not your fault, I get it, no one has taught you any manners yet.

Aunt Pixie celebrated her 26th birthday, and you missed it. It’s okay, we know you don’t have a car or a phone… or the motor skills to operate either of them or the vocabulary to wish someone a Happy Birthday. Maybe next year.

You also celebrated your first Thanksgiving. You were completely oblivious to the mountain of food but you were so happy to be surrounded by people. You were so busy people watching that you hardly noticed that you had a protrusion trying to work its way through your tender little gums.

Yes, you are teething…and it sucks. You live with your hand in your mouth most of the time, but don’t worry – Gramma ordered you a Munch Mitt. You also like to nom on your blankets so I also ordered you this weird thing called a Terry Teether. Let’s hope something brings you some relief.

Between teething and the regular waterfall of regurgitated formula that you expel, you are constantly damp. Based on being with you for several days straight, and the science behind the people at WebMD, I am fairly certain you have GERD. I have been trying to mentally invent a contraption for you to wear around your head or neck to catch the flow of liquid that regularly escapes your mouth. A bucket bib per se, but one that has the bucket part right under your chin – because a regular bib just doesn’t cut the mustard.

Enough with that. Let’s talk about the cool things you are doing. You DEFINITELY like squeaky toys and ~~Aunt Pixie~~ someone has threatened to shop the pet aisles for your Christmas toys. You are rolling over onto your tummy and lifting yourself up. You are showing your future potential as a contortionist by chewing on your feet. You like to grab the faces of the people within in your grasp (and promptly gauge them with your sharp little nails). You are experimenting with baby food… you are not keen on the apples but so far sweet potatoes are acceptable – rumor has it that bananas are next on the list and this will be a very intense moment as this is one of the things your father seems to have an allergic reaction to…I will be asking my friends to pray for you later today. Oh, Miss Nathalie, how I wish you had been born with my iron stomach. OH, you also seem to enjoy when I cover you in a blanket and slowly pull it off of you, sort of like peek-a-boo but not really. You seem to need constant entertainment; I read somewhere that is a sign of higher intelligence… why couldn’t you just be – nevermind – you’re perfect.

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