She's over her lingering cold and back to her mild-mannered self. Just happy to be along for the ride. Zen-baby.
She's crawling all around now, like a sea cucumber with anemone hands, drawing all into a central drooling orifice. She loves noodles, and will sit and eat contentedly as long as new things are put in front of her. She won't tolerate being spoon fed, she absolutely freaks out. She wants to do it herself.
This is the magic stage where she is being introduced to human food. I can't get enough of her.
Tonight I had her cradled in one arm while I slouched on the couch watching TV. That was pure enchantment.