We didn't think it could be done. Between the girth of the tummy and the rolls on rolls on rolls of her thighs, we just didn't think it was physically possible. But, ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce that this morning Natalie got her toes in her mouth. Photographic evidence will follow when/if she ever does it in a slightly more clothed state.
Her scoot has gotten more coordinated and a little faster. One could even call it a millitary crawl now. Yikes.
In other news, the social worker told us last weekend that Natalie "seems to be adjusting well" to us. Phew. I was so worried about how she'd adjust to the ONLY THING SHE'S EVER KNOWN.