Thursday, 17 July 2014

PIGGLY HAS A FEEDING TUBE AND IS CUTER THAN EVER

Piggly Wiggly, Mike Duffy, Rob Ford, feeding tube, Anne Hathaway, Things on Piggly's head,
YES, THE WORLD CUP IS OVER 
but we still dress our baby in 
Brazil outfits every single day. 
Don't you?



I'm little late getting to my verbal eviscerations today, which will happen when you have to have to work into the wee hours because Mike Duffy is the new Rob Ford. But I don't want either of those buttery visuals in my mind right now so let's move right along to something eminently more delectable (albeit also pretty buttery), my wee delicious Piggly Wiggly. 

Our little Piggles is getting cuter and chubbier by the minute, although those rolls must have packed on by osmosis because heaven knows the little monkey isn't actually eating a damn thing. We tried every trick in the book except for the one the child welfare authorities warned me in writing is a no-no: spiking the breast milk. (Memo to Christ: Don't let me come back as one of their kids. BORING!) 

In the end, my daughter finally resigned herself to the one thing she didn't want to resign herself to: a feeding tube. She's a lionhearted young mother and caving to that forced override wasn't easy for her, but she did what had to be done and she's adjusting to it. And I have to say, it's really helping. In fact I'm thinking of asking for one for Christmas because, by God, I could be ingesting tequila 24/7 and no one would know! 

I wasn't sure about posting this pic of my grandbaby with a tube inserted in her nose, but her mom said, "For God's sake, Mother, you've run pictures of Anne Hathaway's crotch, Kim Kardashian's tits and Blac Chyna's butt. This is a step up." (I have no idea who she gets this cheekiness from but I'm told it's a very common trait among Mennonites.) So, with her mother's blessing, here's my beautiful Piggly with her new best friend. It's not exactly what I had in mind when we started this "Things on Piggly's head" game, but it'll do.