To evolve, in a scant 9 months, from a small pink blob of mewling incomprehension, to a crawling, standing, bouncing, dancing being. A person, who can smile and laugh, recognise her name, make accompanying noises when a dog barks, feed herself grains of rice with tiny pincer fingers and show extreme dissatisfaction when the world conspires against her (i.e. Mum moves the scissors).
She rocks.
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It's fascinating, isn't it?
I still have that warm blob, but he's perfect.
Now I'm waiting for a smile :-)
She's gorgeous by the way.
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