My First Thanksgiving (and all I got were my daddy's chins...)

I've been meaning to write this since the day Natty was born. I was reminded by this Thanksgiving holiday to give some public shout-outs to the many friends and family who have made us feel loved and supported by their actions. Some of the people Sunny and I would like to thank simply emailed a congratulations after receiving the news of Natty's birth. Others have offered their help in running errands for us, dropped off meals, or given us gifts. Still others have spent their time helping coming over to help Sunny hold, feed, and comfort Natty while I was away at work. All these things from small to big have a lasting impact on us. It impresses upon us to be better people and better friends. It shows us that God has given us all we need and more and that even the smallest gesture done by one person for another person can have a huge impact. We've been the recipients of those gestures for the past 11 weeks and on behalf of Sunny and Natalie, THANK YOU!

Yeah, I'm a girl!

I didn't realize how androgynous Natty looks until Sunny put this clip in her hair. I've always seen her as this beautiful little girl but I bet from an outsider's perspective, if she was dressed in neutral colors in a unisex outfit, they would have to guess at her gender. I think the clip helps a lot in emphasizing her girliness. Or someone might just wonder why a little boy is wearing a hair clip.

Our little girl is a fungus magnet. At the time of my last post, she had cradle cap (yay, it's gone!) and that was marked by scaly fungus covering her whole forehead. Now she has fungus covering her tongue. We had thought it was maybe immature taste buds or milk residue. Nope, it's fungus (yeast to be more exact). The condition is called thrush and it's enough to make her hair stand on end.




Lord, we pray the fungus demons will go away. Amen.














Natty had her first round of immunization shots this week. As you can tell, she took it like a champion. She is now 7 pounds, 12 ounces and almost 21 inches long at 9 weeks old. For some reason, every time I look at this picture, I imagine her torso is a nice juicy meatloaf. I should stop looking at this photo.

Tomorrow, we go to church for the first time since Natty was born. We're looking forward to it.