I don't think I've got quite enough optimism to claim that this was intentional, but at one point yesterday when I came into a room where Bridget was sitting, she turned to me and said, 'Eh-lo Da-dee'. She got a VERY big smile for that.

One of Bridget's favourite games is a form of peek-a-boo. 'Where's Bridget?' asks a parent, dropping a muslin over Bridget's head. Bridget reaches up and pulls the muslin off in one or two pulls, and the parent says, 'There she is!' Cue Bridget giggles - lots of them.

Today, when the game was finished, Bridget picked up the muslin and made a passable attempt at lifting it over her face (she held it up at about eye level, then buried her head in it), before whipping it down to her lap and giggling at the nearest parent. If the parent responded with the correct lines from the game, the giggles were increased.

She did this over and over again. And again. And again.

Loose threads on flannels, muslins, etc.
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Mummy's hairs
Feathers from the cushions
Bits of paper, or anything that Mummy and/or Daddy are reading

Bridget delighted us on Sunday by eating her first proper meal that was made up of clearly separate ingredients. She munched her way through some cold roast chicken, roast potato and broccoli. This was polished off with raspberries and fromage frais. Apart from the fromage frais, she ate it all without any assistance from us, which was a first! She obviously loved both the roast dinner (Daddy's girl) and the raspberries (Mummy's girl).

As a corollary to this, we are finding that Bridget is increasingly independent about eating, and will sometimes refuse even meals that we know she likes if we make too many attempts to spoon-feed her and don't leave her up to her own devices.