There is a first time of everything. V is going be 5 months old tomorrow. She has been rolling around since last week. So yesterday she decided it was the high time to fell off the sofa. It was the first time, but far from the last time I am sure. I don't how many times a child has to fall from all sorts of places to grow up. I just hope this is the last time she falls because of me.
V's nickname is 'dumpling' because it is my favorite food, and I can't get enough of it :D She has been yelling some alien language since yesterday, which sounds a bit like east Indian to me. Mind you, it is not speaking, but yelling. We have to try hard not to laugh at her...
