So far, I've seen two tress here in Okietown that are beginning to put on the fall fare. I love Fall. I forget all year long just how MUCH I love it...then it comes around again, Thank God. Of course, according to Nobel Prize Winner, Al Gore, Global Warming will fix all that Fall jazz. Thanks, Al.
The stomach virus grabbed me last weekend and made me it's hooker. Then forgot to pay. It was NOT cool. I was in bed w/out food or water for about a day. Yes, yes...just a day, but STILL. Stinky part was that without food and water, my body cut way back on the milk production. So, I'm behind her by one meal. BUT two good things: at least I CAN feed her AND hopefully by next week, she'll be eating baby cereal!!! Such a big girl!!
Lily finally got to meet her other Great Grampa last weekend. When she was born, he was recovering from cancer surgery at 85 years old. And then we got busy, right? Ha. Anyway, here's Lily (Or "Lil" as he calls her) and her GGpa:

She gave him kisses:

All around, they just got on great:

My grandma had already met Lily, but was over the moon to see her again:

I really don't see Grandma enough. She looks amazing here. I love her. I love them both!
Lily is progressing wonderfully. She has started to tip to the side sometimes when on her back. She drools like a madwoman and constantly sucks on her fingers, her paci, her monkey or blanket...we think she's "pre-teething". WHEE!

Next week is her four month, Well-Baby check up. That means (dear LORD) more shots! Again: whee. However, Billy and I are looking forward to the doctor saying, "...and she's old enough to start her on baby cereal..."
The teachers at daycare tell me that when the other babies in her class are fed baby food, she perks up and watches intently. We're very excited for this milestone.

As you can see, she is just growing and growing and is perfect in every way. I miss her right now as I type...of course, because of the "milk shortage" I see her several times a day as I deliver milk to her daycare!
You know...I drop her off at daycare five days a week.
I do fine taking her in.
I do fine putting her in another person's arms or laying her in a crib.
I even do fine walking out the door.
But when I get in the car, look in the rearview mirror and see that empty car seat: that's when I am not doing as well. That's when my praying begins.