Tilly has never been a fall-asleep-in-public kind of baby. If we're out, she's wide-eyed, and hardly blinks for fear of missing something. So, it was quite a shock when, returning from a walk a couple of days ago, I leant down to kiss her cheek and felt her startle awake. Her little sun-hat had slipped down over her eyes, unbeknownst to us, and happily snug in her carrier, warmed by the setting sun, Tilly had dozed off!
Ever since she was born, I've been on the look-out for birthmarks. Both my Mum and I have similar ones on our right legs, and so I have half-expected/hoped for Tilly to have one there too. After a trip last week to the pediatric ophthalmologist (say that five times fast), we discovered that Tilly does have a birthmark... on her eyeball! A little freckle right at the bottom that I hope she'll be proud of. (And, if you're wondering what Tilly's opinions are on eye exams, she is not a fan.)
Mobile, yet? Not quite. Her little legs don't quite reach the floor while she's in her walker, but Justin loves to quietly put her in it, hide behind the corner, and push her into the kitchen, so that it looks as if she's toddled in on her own!
