Cute
Germs. Tons of germs. Ha ha. Germs are not necessarily harmful. Yeah, I would not be a fan of letting my toddler crawl around the airport rug. But, home is where all your regular germs reside. Sanitizer? I fear we are killing benign germs and allowing resistant bacteria to grow up. Then what? Meanwhile this is a cute kid. Very.
Silver spoon
…born with… It’s a saying about rich kids. Noa is rich in that she has very loving parents. Do you need more? I can’t think of thing that is better than to be loved dearly. Me? Oh yes! She has reached the age where she slings food and wears it proudly. Yes! … to that too.
Weekend update
To the extended family, friends, & dear readers: Baby Noa
I did not take a single of these images. Ha ha! Happily, Jules has admitted to my gene and has been mercilessly taking pictures of baby Noa. Good! They change quickly. It’s amazing how much space their things take up when she was so compactly packed away inside Jules’ belly a mere week ago. I admit she looks way better than her ultrasound pic. Anyway, a quick update on her first week birthday.
Goodnight Moon
Look! Guess who’s awake? Notice: no one’s gonna be sleeping around this house any more. Let the night games begin…. Born, January 20, 2019 at 11:11
PM. Name not official but, Lisa Lila. Junior! Numerology: 1/20 11:10 2019 is 120 120 201 = 9. I was hoping for 1/21 and it would be 121 spelled backwards. But 1/20 at 11:10 is a fine set of numbers.
Now, for a nickname. Born by the light of the super blood wolf moon. Hmmmm? Jr? Moon? Lila? Working on it. I have to say mom looks very much like grandma in this pic. And the kid looks very much like her mom. It’s complicated since the nouns and pronouns can mean or be confusing with or without context. Obtuse?Hey! It’s the middle of the night around here. Why does labor always seem to start in the middle of the night? And end that way too? All in all, it was a very smooth delivery. I didn’t feel a thing. And, I slept like a baby when the moment arrived. Ah! But, this ain’t about me. Goodnight Moon.
Rebozo wrap
Seventeen feet long. Yes. It’s something that took Colleen some time to weave. It’s a Mexican term for a baby wrap. You wrap yourself up in this cloth and carry a baby comfortably around without the encumbrance of maneuvering a stroller in a crowd. I never heard the term or even knew about them when my kids grew up. It’s a simple concept. Now to find a model for the finished product. (No cats were harmed in the photography of these cats.) I grabbed Feather. She’s the most mellow because she has had all manner of issues that require her to submit to treatment. I have to give her pills. I pry her mouth open and drop them in. We have an understanding. She might spit the pill out. But she doesn’t bite me. Ok! We did it! Her modeling session lasted about six frames. A second after this pic Feather leaped to freedom.
A couple days later we needed another model for cousins who came to visit. Ray! He lasted about 4 shots. Of course, the rebozo is heading to Jules. She’s due in about a week or so. Let’s hope her daughter is more compliant. A determined cat can leap out any time.
Almost…
Ooops! This has been an exciting day. And of course, I’ve been distracted. We were informed that Jules is about to deliver a brand new baby girl. Wow! And, more wow! Ok, this is my first official grandpa experience. So far it’s been very smooth – for me. Jules stopped working yesterday. Yes, really, literally. So the next day… yup. She’s been very comfortable. Ah! Great drugs. And now the waiting. Why is it always that they have labor at night and continue indefinitely ever after? Funny, Jeff took a picture of the NY Times headline – on the day you were born. Oh boy. Soon.
Oh! This is a rebozo. It’s a baby wrap. You wrap and carry the new baby. Convenient. No model for this finished product. So, the closest cat modelled – Feather. She lasted about ten seconds and then leapt for safety. It’s Nutley who’s snuggled up to the seventeen foot cloth Colleen wove with love. Yup, this baby will be well loved all around.
Move Fast…Or Die
Fast. The shells were moving like a three card monte shell game. They are active at night. New houses – shells – are a premium. Poor snails. I wonder if they move out or are eaten. The adults move slowly and deliberately and cautiously. The little guys scuttle. I mean they move fast enough that I have to actually catch them and hold them. I could not see this one. He was translucent. Early. Juvenile. And I guess a morsel. So the faster you are the better your chance to survive to adulthood. The shell is so tiny. First home! One bedroom, no room to expand. Starter place. My kids live in small apartments. I have a five-bedroom villa for the cats and me. It doesn’t seem fair. I’d share but they don’t want to live here. Location, location, location.
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