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A couple of days ago Chocolat turned four months old. This morning she had her checkup plus a couple of vaccinations. She spent most of the late morning and early afternoon sleeping all of the excitement off. She's a healthy girl, good weight/height/head circumference. Also, the doctor wrote in her medical record that Chocolat's the most beautiful little baby she's ever seen, so it's totally official. (Not really.) (But that doesn't mean it's not true.)

The other day Henry and I pulled out his old baby toys. He showed Holly how to play with them. It was very sweet. There was a rattle in there that Henry was always intrigued by, but only when we played with it for him. I realized looking back on Henry's baby days that he was like that with a lot of things. Holly, on the other hand, grabbed hold of it and inspected the heck out of it, turning the different parts, shaking it, while chatting away the whole time. I also remember that when Henry showed interest in what we were eating, he kept a respectful distance away from whatever it was he was interested in, whereas yesterday I raised a glass of water up to my mouth and Holly dove for it, arms flailing, hands grasping. It was almost a big mess. I think we're going to be contending with a very adventurous personality.