Cryin walkin sleepin talkin livin doll

Sorely lackin the terminal G, however...

So yes, Linnea will still walk only a step or two, until she sees that she's not actually holding on to anything. She did it today with a witness who wasn't me (and still isn't, luckily enough for all concerned) but still hasn't performed for Daddy. I've met mothers who would now declare their infant to be Walking, but I'm reluctant to do that until she walks deliberately.

That's where her doll-like traits begin and end, really - cyring, walking, sleeping and talking. I do also got to do my bes' to please her, but that's more because she has a very assertive personality (and I'm a soft touch / affectionate mother / conscientious primary caregiver [delete as applicable]).

She likes to eat; finger foods include banana, pear, omelette, rice cakes, potato, carrot, parsnip, lumps of meat from stew, strips of chicken from roasts, cooked bell peppers, courgettes, cucumber... I can't remember what else. Lots. We're still cautious about creating sensitivites to common allergens, because of her milk intolerance, so we're holding off on wheat, gluten, tomato, soya, and goats' and cows' milk.

I like to eat: chocolate, candied ginger, biscuits. The recent discovery of green tea continues to be a source of mild delight and caffeination.

Today I had an unexpected phonecall that made me blush. I feel popular. It's easy to tell when one is popular - it's when the people one cares about call one out of the blue.

This is going to be a hectic summer. We're trying to work out how to fit everything in, and it hasn't started yet. It does include a long holiday for me with my mother, which is fantastic.