July 8, 2005

At the restaurant

Camila grabs for everything close to her, it's dangerous to have her close to a table or the desk. Mike has started feeding ice to Camila, he insists she always wants more, but I'm not sure she likes it.

Her eyes are turning brown, they're still a bit gray on the outside but clearly she'll have my eye color or thereabouts soon. She's moving all over the place now, not crawling yet (please no!) but by rolling and pushing herself she can get herself most places, it's getting hard to put her to sleep and she's starting to crawl on her sleep.





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