She blows bubbles. She stands (with assistance to counter the bobble head) for 10 minutes at a stretch, shaking dancing away to the delight of all on-lookers. She smiles intentionally. She's getting some rudimentary hand co-ordination and tried to help PapaDog hold the bottle to feed her today since Mama and the Blessings were out for hours.

BD and MNP spent the entire afternoon singing, dancing, pooping (and cleaning poops) and napping. The napping was most excellent but so was the dancing (video coming soon). The midwife showed up earlier today, MNP's 8th week using oxygen all on her own. Our two-month-old is oh-fish-ully beyond a normal three-month-old's development stage. She's also now above the 50th percentile on the weight gain curve so Mama is being a bit smug.

Can't sleep now. MNP started waking. I ran to the crib so that MamaDog could sleep some more. Binkie replaced she grabbed Papa's finger and held tight. Papa stood crouched over the crib for the five minutes or so she kept his finger in a death grip, contently letting it loose and drifting back off for another hour until feeding time.

This shitstuff ROCKS! Excepting, perhaps, the astonishing poops and the need to constantly remove them. I wonder if I can get the anti-graffiti crew to lend me that high-pressure hose...