Saralyn is now a month old. (Give or take a few days.) She is turning out to be remarkable.
First off, she has a very sweet disposition. Much to dear Bambi’s chagrin, Saralyn is easy going. Not feisty at all, and is a real mama’s girl. Her mother really likes that, as Mama has a 35 pound package of feisty already. Saralyn seems happy to just sit down and look at things: baby toys, mirrors, the buttons on the TV remote and various T-shirts. Anything that has high contrast images. (By the way, her preferred sitting place is the middle of my chest. Saralyn likes warm.) She even tries to bat at what she sees with those long fingers of hers. That’s something that she’s not supposed to be able to do for several more weeks! She’s ahead on several developmental milestones: Saralyn can hold her head up very well, she tracks exceptionally with her eyes and head, she smiles socially and she sleeps really, REALLY well. Like, almost all night well. Little to no fussing well. I. Love. This. KID!
The other remarkable thing about Saralyn is her ability to produce gas. This girl is windy. She has the vapors. There is, was, and always shall be, a rumble down below.
She is Princess Phuttie-Phuttie.
It has to do with the way she breathes and drinks, I think. She gulps quite a bit. Although she tends to burp pretty easily, I think she’s only offering up only one or two of the baker’s dozen of her belly bubbles. The rest of the froth migrates South, to loudly escape, say, during a quite moment at church.
That’s right. Church. Yesterday, she loudly and unceremonious filled her little pants just before communion. The guy in the row behind us, moved to words by Saralyn’s, um, outburst, said, “You know, you’re not supposed to feed a baby chili…” Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.
Phuttie (POO-tee) – n. the sound made by the aggressive expulsion of gases in the diaper region. 2. v. the action of making such sound, especially if the vibration of the diaper catching said gases (and other matter) resonates in such a way to amplify.
Those of you who know me already appreciate my fondness for poop jokes. To me, the phuttie factor is one the best parts of Saralyn. After all, it doesn’t seem to bother her, and I think it is HILARIOUS! Color me so pleased that I’ve given birth to a living whoopie cusion.
Phuttie on, my sweet.
As for Eleanor, she is doing very well with Saralyn. She really loves her little sister. Even when she phutties. Eleanor just says, “Sarawyn uh bubble in da pant.”
That’s right, Eleanor, you are sooooo smart. Good girl.