Unfortunately, Blogger decided that it needed to do some housework during one of the many baby-induced breaks I took during the writing of that post AND I made the fatal mistake of not copying the whole lot to somewhere else before hitting "Publish" - and the rest, as they say, is at the bottom of the deep Blogger Ocean.
So instead you get an update. And photos.
Here goes.
| Paris is now 4 months, 1 week old. |  |
| She is 7kg and long - it all depends on how you stick the various tapes together as to how long she might be, according to the nurse who measured and shot her today. |  |
| She rolls. 10 days ago there was a baby who HATED to be on her stomach for the ordered Tummy Time. She is over that - put her down and you don't have time to turn around before she has flipped over. And over. And over. |  |
 | The thing that really irks her now is she can see where she wants to go, but hasn't quite worked out the spin and roll combination required to get there. She does have a mighty effort in moving forward while on her tummy, but has yet to learn that heaving the stomach off the tarmac will be far more effective. |
 | I give her a week before we have reached DEF CON 3 when we absolutely need to contemplate gates and put the electronic equipment out of reach. |
 | (as an aside, our Digital Television experiment has moved into the unknown - on the plus side, we have got a picture and the annoying buzz has disappeared, downside is we now receive no sound at all, apparently a state of affairs that the helpdesk has NEVER EVER encountered before. Glad to be breaking new territory for you, fellas.) |
 | She drools and screams - until today, I was blaming it all on teeth, but now we have medicine and an explanation for sudden tenderness in my bosom OTHER THAN oh, it must be because I am a carp mother and we have lost our magic in the latch... |