Crying, walking, sleeping (sometimes), talking...

Who would ever have thought I'd be quoting that useless t@#* Cliff Richard, but hey, what do you know we do in fact have a living doll in our home!

She's really walking now, and she seems to have gained come control over her speed and can now keep up a steady rhythm, as apposed to 1...2...3...456789CRASH. Much better. Although of course now the cat's days are surely numbered, poor Phoebe. It wouldn't be quite so bad if Molly didn't announce her intentions by running at the cat screaming like her hair is on fire, just for fun! Then again it might be worse for both of them if she didn't give her at least some warning... who knows! Bloody funny to watch though!

She's sleeping much, much better now too - finally - she seems to be in the correct time zone again and is back on track to sleeping through the night again. Plus her appetite is well and truly back, such a bonus, we're trying to start weaning her off the boob, which would be nigh on impossible if she wasn't eating three meals a day. The only problem with this is that she point blank refuses formula, and I would like to get her drinking at least one bottle of this a day just to be sure she's getting all the vitamins and what not that she needs - even on her fussy days... any ideas anyone?

As for the talking, well she's always been a proper little chatterbox, and has been babbling for ever and a day. But now real words are beginning to come (I think, or alternatively I could just be doing that, 'oh she means ...' thing that we mum's are prone to do?!). Now in the mornings if I'm not quick enough when she wakes she shouts Muuuuummmmmy! The first time she did this I was just over the moon, now I wish she'd decided Daaaaadddy was the best way to go, oh well.

And the crying, well, that's taken as read right?