I flew in on Thursday night and got settled (my friend Amy flew in late) and we both decided to get adjoining rooms to help each other out. On Friday I picked Natalie up at 10am and all was fine. She is getting 2 teeth in and it soon became clear she was miserable, she wanted comforted and the person to comfort her WAS NOT ME. Where was my happy laid back baby from all the previous visits? It was a terrible day and I felt so awful for her...I told David (only half-jokingly) to get his butt on a plane down here. She pretty much screamed and cried all day with her poor hand shoved in her mouth pushing down on her gums. I gave her some Orajel and some ibuprofen and she fell asleep at 8:15pm. Here are pics of Natalie and darling Nora on Day 1. Natalie is getting BIG. It's time for her to come home. Let's just say her legs are big (think tree trunks). Her legs no longer fit in the Bumbo, so I'm brining it home. Amy had some Graduate Banana Puffs and this is her first real table food - and thank God she had them because it was one of the few distractions she could stand through her pain...
In the walker I brought her...


Amigas...



Just Perfect That's All...

Tree Trunks...

First Table Food...


Aunt Elaine's Longhorn Lovie...

Legs don't fit in the Bumbo...

Fightin' over the bag of diapers!