The cold seems to have been not so much a full-blown cold as a small tussle with the sinus gods. We had apparently angered them, but either someone else angered them more and they moved on, or we are mighty and they are wimpy, because we are all doing much better. Thank you for the good wishes.
Meanwhile, I'm really regretting the fact that I don't have a way to share video here (we have a video camera, but no cable with which to transfer video to the computer) because the Muffinator has started "talking" pretty much constantly when she is awake. The sounds that come out of her mouth are nonsensical, but she clearly wants to communicate. Perhaps she is going to be verbally gifted like her Aunt Maggie, about whom the family joke is that she started talking at six-and-a-half months and hasn't stopped since. Or perhaps she'll simply babble a lot for the rest of her life.
Either way, it is so cute. I took this picture of her talking and playing with her hands, two of my favorite things that she does:
I know this is totally an "Is my child adorable, or is my child adorable?" moment. (I love Paul Reiser's quip about that: "Can you repeat the options? Because they sound so similar.") But I don't care. If you can't gush about your baby on your own blog, where can you gush?
Did you notice that she's dressed up as a boy? We bought her a three-pack of thin sleepers because she'd been getting too warm at night. They worked beautifully, so we went back to get another pack, and they were out of the girl ones. So we bought the boy ones.
One night last week Bryan brought her out of the bedroom where he'd been changing her into one of the blue sleepers, and announced, "Look! It's Phillip!" I've got no idea why he chose that name, but it has stuck, and now we jokingly refer to Camilla as Phillip whenever she's wearing her boy clothes. You don't think it will confuse her too much, do you?