and now she doesn't anymore. I can't remember if I blogged about how she would always gently place her hand on things, like she was blessing them. Mum said it was like having our own tiny Pope. I bless this ear of corn, I bless this pillow, I bless your face.
bless you, baby chicken
Now she's discovered her pincer grasp, and MAN IS SHE GOOD AT PINCHING. Whenever I am feeding her or holding her and walking around, she's always working my skins between her finger and thumb, as though she was checking my thread count.