A post from Evelyn: three months

Dear Internets,

I turned three months old on Sunday. They didn't even throw me a party. Don't worry, I let them know who was boss by crying all weekend long! Ha ha! That will show them not to show proper respect on all my significant days! Growing is hard.

I like lots of things these days. I recently have learned that if I concentrate hard enough, I can actually grab stuff! That's really cool! I am also pretty interested in things these days. Lots of things. Like, the floor. And dangly toys. And funny noises. And zerberts. And kisses. And singing! Oooh, have you heard that one song about that old guy on a farm with all the ducks and chickens and cows and stuff? Old MacDonald or something? That rocks! But the best thing in the whole wide world is sitting! Do you know about sitting? It's this thing you do where your legs are the only thing on the ground and the rest of you is up in the world, looking around! It is the awesome! For some reason, sitting is kind of hard so someone has to hold me like that. All. The. Time. Because sitting! Is! So! Much! Fun! And I might cry if you don't let me sit more.

My parents have done an adequate job this month, although there is still room for improvement. I will address some of those lingering issues below, and I will also demonstrate severe cuteness.
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More about the sad thing

Thank you to everyone who's offered their support and hugs. I am doing okay, or as okay as I can get. It was definitely not a shock, and intellectually I know that she is better off now. It sounds a little weird, but I keep thinking that I'm so happy for her that she has her mind back. Alzheimer's is so cruel. She is probably happy now! And now she will know about her new great-granddaughter! I know she would have loved to really meet her, and I know that Evelyn will be sad that she didn't get a chance to know her. Thinking about it that way makes it a little easier to deal with, but unfortunately, people are a bit selfish, and I really just still wish I had my Mamaw back the way she used to be.

Visitation is tomorrow afternoon, and the funeral is Thursday. We'll go spend the night with my parents again. It felt so wrong to be here alone all day yesterday instead of with my family, but there was nothing I could do and I didn't want to drag Evelyn out on a car trip that long by myself. M would have come home to be with me, of course, but I didn't want him to miss any more work than he'll have to already. I thought I was going to need to go buy dresses this afternoon--I thought the only semi-appropriate one I had was too big, but I found two others in the closet that I had forgotten about. Thank goodness for that.

Obituary. They have her birthday wrong, but they're supposed to be fixing it. I didn't know that the funeral home had this feature--that's pretty nice.

(please forgive me for the last kind of shallow post. i am still sort of trying not to think too much yet, and pictures of my baby seemed like a good thing to play with this morning.)