Where's your tongue?

We went out to dinner tonight to say farewell to Ivor, who's leaving in the morning. HG was a bit kvetchy, and fed for a long time during dinner. Abba walked her about the room a bit to show her the sites and calm her down.

Then came the surprise. As he sat at the table and held her, he looked into her eyes and asked, "Where's your tongue?" To his shock, out came her tongue. Unbelieving, he tried again. Out it came. A third time and a fourth.

Was she really responding to the question, or was it all a coincidence? Hard to be sure. But it sure looked real.

First Wedding

This evening/morning HG attended her very first wedding and wore her very first party dress. Her cousin got married in a beautiful kibbutz wedding garden, with the hupa by an artifical lake. HG was on her best behaviour throughout, though she got hungry halfway through the wedding ceremony so her Ima had to take her aside and find a quiet spot on the lawn to feed her.

HG met many of her cousins for the first time, smiling and happily allowing them to hold her. She seemed unaffected by the loud music, crowds and general hubbub, taking it all in quietly and sleeping through much of the party.

Mirror, mirror

She just loves mirrors! Big ones, little ones... the amount of time she can spend studying a mirror is tremendous.

Moving like an inchworm

HG has become increasingly mobile lately, considering she can't crawl or roll over. But when she lies on Abba in bed, she's able to push herself sideways to let herself down onto the bed - with Abba helping her "fall" gently.

In general, when she's being held, she manages to let us know which direction she'd like to go. We can tell when she wants to be held higher to see over our shoulder, for example.

This morning, he gave her some time on her tummy on her playmat. But she didn't want to sit still. She started wriggling, pushing with her legs and arms. And, to everyone's surprise, she managed to push herself forward. Very gradually, with a lot of effort. She was clearly frustrated and upset that she couldn't do any better. But she kept at it, and, before collapsing in a crying fit, she had moved herself from one end of the playmat to the other!

We hugged her and told her how wonderful she was, but she seemed too upset and exhausted to notice. Who ever heard of a baby "crawling" - or even wriggling forwards - at six weeks old?