So we have returned from our week-long visit to family. Baby spent her twenty-second week eating, pooping, and sleeping, as usual. (By the way, she is quite regular now, which is a vast improvement over the days of waiting for poop. Several times while in NY, she would poop, as if on cue, whenever I handed her to Husband as he rocked on the porch. 'Why do I make her poop?') She (unofficially) weighs about eighteen pounds, according to the Weight Watchers scale we found in the bathroom there.

Her coordination has improved markedly; she can grab things in front of her very well, and she can bring things to her mouth. (But what baby can't?) She still needs help rolling over, but she can get herself up on her arms.

We introduced peas into her diet, which she found objectionable at first, but she grew to like them. She now eats/drinks about eight ounces each time.

But enough of the boring stuff, on to the pictures!






(She attempted to roll while laying in the swing, hence the look of distress.)