Finding her feet

Beautiful baby daughter update: as of the end of March our little girl weighed 15lbs 14oz, placing her in the 75th centile for her age and was 66.5cm tall (91st centile - supermodel territory). The new feeding regime is obviously going well and she has so far put herself outside various apple, pear, butternut squash, carrot and sweet potato mushes. She prefers the fruit version to the veg and still likes the creamy goodness of a bit of milk mixed in. We seem to have won the battle of the bottle, and she's had one from me each night since last weekend. *Breathes sigh of relief*.

In the last week, she's also found her feet and has started playing with her little toes as well as her little fingers and anything else within scragging distance. She also, just once, managed to roll over from her belly to her back in order to get a better view of us. Attempts to repeat the feat, despite much encouragement and video surveillance, have all been defeated by the trailing arm that confounded Dom for so long. It's all going too quickly, again.