Friends
It was weigh in day again today with a second set of immunisation jabs thrown in for good measure and after a mini Indian summer at the weekend, well a couple of hours on Sunday afternoon if I’m being totally honest, it’s been quite an eventful time. Doglet is recognised as a member of the family now with more time being devoted to observing this peculiar creature; attention which is somewhat mutual if also somewhat over exuberant in return! Doglet does have somewhat of a penchant for licking anything she can get her tongue to in a slightly “Donkey from Shrek” kinda way.
Unlike her Papa, our little darling is managing to keep her growth in check, weighing in at a delightful, yet restrained, 22,537.87 carats; which of course is 2,898.4375 pennyweights. Don’t let this fool you though. She is not short on energy, much of it being expended through development of her vocal chords on occasion. The last time one of us commented that colic was seeming to reduce we regretted it, but the bouts do seem to be less common now. Fingers crossed.
Cutey pie
Life is so much more of a team activity with her now. She’s cooing and aahing much more and just drinking in the visual world. Her hands are slowly becoming recognised as objects she can control simply with the power of thought, but power surges still result in regular bifs to the face. With a little support round her torso she is really sitting up well with her head clear of her shoulders and looking round. Similar power issues seem to affect this circuit though, with regular brown outs resulting in a sort of chin on chest standby mode being adopted rather suddenly. Mummy is a very real concept now as well and we had the first incident of separation anxiety at the weekend.
Distant thoughts
Picture the scene, mummy, daddy and Doglet all sat on the sofa. Marcail propped on a cushion on daddy’s lap smiling, cooing and having a great time. Mummy gets up to go and do something in another room and within seconds the pout is in place followed shortly by tears. Nothing, bar the return of mummy, not even comforting licks on the hands, could fix it. It’s tough being tiny!
In case you still insist on such archaic units, Marcail is currently 9lbs and 15oz. She’s just holding back on tipping over the 10lb mark. It doesn’t do to be brash and vulgar about such things.