Little Fatty

Her eyes alive and wandering.  New people, places, senses, bright lights illuminate, dark nights that hide.  She loves being outside gazing at the trees, leaves, sky and clouds, a brilliant smile covers her face every time we work our way out on the deck.  She is happy about almost everything.  Baths are the best she lights up, hair slicked back looking like little George Cloony. Drying off is the worst as she cries cries cries.  She hates when we rub the lotion the skin.  She sleeps in til 9 sometimes 9:30 then she starts to wake like she is communicating with spirits.  She twists she turns, her eyelids peel back she looks at me then back out.  She grunts even growls legs kicking arms reaching yawn yawn yawn eyes flap open then out again.  On and on and on for 2 3 4 5 6 10 minutes she squirms like a worm on asphalt.  We watch we laugh we wait and then she cries just a bit to let us know shits bout to get real.  She wakes up only once or twice a night, Luciana lets me sleep.  Momma so good to me and even better to her.  Emilia drinks formula that makes her stink and she smiles when she farts.  She is growing, morphed into a little fatty.  Sometimes she looks like Cloony or Brando with hair slicked back, other times Chris Farley with belly all fat.  She is tickeled all the time until she is hungry then it gets real again.  This time is the easiest part and I appreciate each moment that she is completely immobile.  She travels, we are instilling the wanderlust.  To the metropolis of Cordele and over to Mima’s house.  She loves the Mima.  She loves the Avo(her Brazilian Mimas).  She turns three months on Friday and we head to St. Louis in a few weeks.  More fatty to come.  I need to work on the nickname.

Brando

 Farley

All Smiles

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