Soon now Lola will be able to roll over on her own… Lola has *fat* thighs!.. Dad’s getting chubbier, too — put on 10kg in since Lola was born… Lola’s had some fairly heavy cradle cap, which Mum has currently defeated with oil, copious brushing and interminable picking… Lola also has *fat* calves.
Lola wakes in the morning and lies there for an hour, happily talking to herself… Lola still loves her baths, but my does she hate getting dressed after… Lola dribbles like crazy — she’ll soak a bib in an hour or so… Lola is getting more and more into her hands; she’s learnt (in the last week or so) to bring them together and will grab things and pull them towards her mouth (or just stick her hand in her mouth); 
often she lies there staring at her hands which she puts in front of her face, one behind the other, like a kung-fu fighter… Naturally, Dad often reciprocates, making appropriately Bruce-Lee-ish noises…
