Toads-in-the-Hole

She easily flails all four limbs at once - Hey now, you try and keep up that kind of movement for more than 30 seconds! Go on, we dare you!

She does a lot of babbling and cooing now, responding with great enthusiasm to the Vowel Song, which goes like this, “A, e, i, o, u …" hold out the “u” on a note your own choosing for a long time, and then very quickly blurt out: "and sometimes y!" Our made-up songs often elicit her very droll and charming laugh, which might be characterized as a lower-register guttural honk, if you can imagine. Similarly, we’re tromping our way through the Hundred Acre Wood reading Milne’s Winnie-the-Pooh aloud to Adelaide, who listens patiently, until there’s a pause (for emphasis or a breath) when she inserts a quick critique of the work [Already, she’s beginning to understand that Pooh, while funny and cute, is indeed a bear of very little brain].

She most likely weighs more than she did last month as calculated by our aching backs as we Björn her around from place-to-place. It’s likely too that she’s longer, as many of her three-month outfits no longer fit, especially the items with closed feet.

Speaking of Björning her around, we almost always march out of the house in the evening for a walk around our sleepy summer town, and during this walks, Adelaide likes to commune with the trees, gently cooing to the elms, oaks, and maples of our neighborhood in soft wondrous tones. We think that when she grows up she’ll be a nature-lover. Or an ent-wife.

As to our hours of sleep, Adelaide has found an amiable new daytime napping place: her hand-me-down swing. The rhythmic rocking, coupled with the melodious tones of our indispensable white noise generator “Restful Rain,” often lulls her into a deep sleep. But, when that automated rocker fails, we found that if we simply take her to our local movie theatre, an intricate, but unresolved plot will soothe and relax her, too.

In short, all’s well.