This poor blog. I'm so backlogged on two years' worth of photos that I've nearly been pushed to the opposite coast. Blogging is so far down the to-do list I can scarcely see it anymore.
But Marnie! I'm bound and determined that her little face at least will show up every month even if nothing else does.
Our wee little gnomeling has gotten funny this month. She jokes and teases incessantly and has the squeakiest, gruntiest, growliest, most self-satisfied little laugh that gets caught in the back of her throat whenever she's being impish. She's a professional snuggler and gives long, cooing hugs. She nearly always joins in when I'm singing at home or we're singing at church. She's much more awake to the world and desperately longs to join in the fun with her brothers, and consequently gets very frustrated that she still isn't able to move. She eats like a horse (but is still just the wispiest little wisp). She loves to swing. She's just discovering peekaboo and waving. She has nary a tooth in her head yet and--in every way--is growing at her very own pace in her very own Marnie fashion.
There's a lot potentially on the horizon for our girl. She's a constant presence on my mind as I watch her eat and gain scarcely any weight; watch her tire so easily trying to figure out how to move her body. Socially she's a lark. That little body of hers, though, is a weight I carry with me in the common tasks of common days. We've been welcomed to the world of specialists and are still--big surprise--in the waiting room. We're still waiting to get appointments scheduled with both a pediatric cardiologist and a geneticist. We know from her echocardiogram that she has pulmonary stenosis, and aside from that Noonan syndrome is currently suspect number one.
In the meantime, our precious girl is growing--fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch.
And she is the veriest sunbeam cheering us all, mosquito bites and all.
I am always delighted to see anything on here!!
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