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MY NAME IS THE FRITH. TODAY I AM FEELING SMUG. I FINALLY AM BEING FED WITH A BOTTLE. I LET MAMA THINK IT WAS HER IDEA. THAT FINGER FEEDING TUBE IS SO LAST YEAR.
OMI AND ANNA (FRITHA'S GOD-SISTER) AND KATIA (HONOURARY AUNTIE) .. AND MAMA, WITH SKINNY LITTLE FRITH LOOKING LIKE A MUPPET AGAIN.
THE WEE FRITH HAVING A NAP IN HER CAR SEAT.. (THANK-YOU TO MIKE AND SUSAN NG FOR THE INDIRECT DONATION OF THIS SEAT, IT IS A LIFESAVER)
GET THAT $%#@&*% CAMERA OUT OF MY $%#@&*% FACE.
FOR SOME REASON FRITH LOOKS LIKE A MUPPET TO ME IN THIS PICTURE.
NO, NOT THAT MUPPET.
SITTING IN OMI'S LAP - AND LOOKING, AS USUAL, MATURE AND SOMEWHAT INTERESTED IN WHAT GOES ON. BUT NOT TOO INTERESTED.
NOTICE THE FRITH'S LEGS ARE GETTING A LITTLE LESS SKELETAL. AFTER A FIVE-HOUR CRYING JAG (YES, BOTH OF US) THE FRITH AND I WENT TO THE GROCERY STORE AT TWO IN THE MORNING AND PICKED OUT A FORMULA. IT HAS ADDED ESSENTIAL FATTY ACIDS. I FEEL GUILTY, BUT THANK CHRIST - AT LEAST SHE FINALLY FINALLY SEEMS FULL.