Goodbye sickness.

Well, Nathaniel has finally gotten over whatever he had. Darn viruses. The poor baby was absolutely pitiful. He would only sleep on my chest, he would only eat apples and only if Mitch was feeding him in my lap. Pitiful, like his daddy when he's sick. But now he's all better. He's pulling up on everything and trying to walk around the coffee table. He of course says Dada all the time. We think he said bye the other day. Which sucks, because he still hasn't said Mama yet. :( He just can't get the Mmm sound down. But oh well. Now he tries to play with Mufasa. He grabs Mufasa's rope and waves it in his face taunting him. If Mufasa doesn't go for the rope, Nate will hit him in the head with it. It's great, Mufasa is a good sport. Well, I can't wait to go to Atlanta and see some of y'all and Katherine's show! Yay!