Happy Five Month Birthday!
Angelina, you have been in our world now for five months! I don't know where the time has gone. I remember walking around the hospital hallway in triage with your mom (trying to get her to dilate) like it was yesterday. I can still hear the hum of the hospital lights, and smell the distinct sanitary air of the hospital.
Just the other day, your mom showed me a stub sticking out of your gums. Your first tooth! It probably explains why you always want to stick things in your mouth. I could hand you a cat turd, and you'd stick it in your mouth.
Last night, I fed you your first sampling of rice cereal. It was quite a milestone for the family. You gobbled it up like starved maniac! You loved it! Your mom gave my the honor to feed you, since she's been your sole food provider for five months. You look at her like a chicken drumstick. Hopefully now you'll realize that I, too, can feed you. The next batch, I'm going to mix up a little thicker, though. Last night's batch was pretty watery. It looked like milk soup. I want you to actually chew on the stuff.
You're definitely getting more mobile too. You're rolling all over the floor. I think you're getting pretty frustrated that you can't go from one end of the room to the other without our help. I can tell that lack of independence is bothering you. It would bother me too.
If you can read this, do me a favor... don't touch the plasma, speakers, or any of the stereo equipment until you turn 12. Thank you.
Just the other day, your mom showed me a stub sticking out of your gums. Your first tooth! It probably explains why you always want to stick things in your mouth. I could hand you a cat turd, and you'd stick it in your mouth.
Last night, I fed you your first sampling of rice cereal. It was quite a milestone for the family. You gobbled it up like starved maniac! You loved it! Your mom gave my the honor to feed you, since she's been your sole food provider for five months. You look at her like a chicken drumstick. Hopefully now you'll realize that I, too, can feed you. The next batch, I'm going to mix up a little thicker, though. Last night's batch was pretty watery. It looked like milk soup. I want you to actually chew on the stuff.
You're definitely getting more mobile too. You're rolling all over the floor. I think you're getting pretty frustrated that you can't go from one end of the room to the other without our help. I can tell that lack of independence is bothering you. It would bother me too.
If you can read this, do me a favor... don't touch the plasma, speakers, or any of the stereo equipment until you turn 12. Thank you.
