Poo
.flickr-photo { } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 1.0em; margin-top: 0px; } Tilda has added a high-pitched tone to her vocabulary. When she adds it to her cry, it’s extremely grating. We look forward to sharing this with our fellow trans-Pacific air travellers. On the messier side [...]
Not so much with the solids
.flickr-photo { } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 1.0em; margin-top: 0px; } Tilda didn’t care for her first taste of avocado, and she isn’t too keen on the mush any more, either. We may give up on this for a bit. She likes spoons, though! I [...]
More solids!
.flickr-photo { } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 1.0em; margin-top: 0px; } I had a rehearsal on Monday night, and Brad got to feed Tilda some mush. I guess she was hungry, because she was expressing her enthusiasm by opening and closing her mouth while he loaded [...]
Solids!
.flickr-photo { } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 1.0em; margin-top: 0px; } Tilda got her first solid food yesterday (rice/corn cereal, the Australian version of Pablum.) For some reason I expected protest, but there was pretty casual acceptance instead, and hardly any funny faces. Brad is pleased [...]
Better let her do it
.flickr-photo { } .flickr-yourcomment { } .flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 1.0em; margin-top: 0px; } I tried to cut Tilda’s nails while she was awake, since her little grabby hands were leaving a lot of cuts on my hands. I cut one of her thumbnails too short. She didn’t complain [...]
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