Sophie, my beautiful little goddaughter, is growing up. Rose and I visit every week for a shared dinner, to give Sophie’s hard working Dad some time for adult conversation, and as many cuddles for Sophie as we can fit in between her naps. She’s 7 months old now, and every week has learned something new. She’s very alert, studies her world intently, loves to lie on her back and kick her legs, hates being put on her tummy, loves to stand up if she’s supported, and babbles to herself provided you don’t try to talk back too much. I love her to bits. Here she is with her pants on her head: