Before Bing returned to the other side of the pond yesterday, I dragged her back to the InnerRents for the express purposes of going to the annual cheese and wine consumption that the InnerSchwester's in-laws put on each year. This picture of Abby wasn't taken there: I was so distracted by her cuteness I forgot to record it, but this is the picture I'm using because it's her modelling the lacy baby hat
I knitted for her. I have knitted other things for the baby, but apparently her parents don't like them much, for I have seen no pictures of her wearing them.
Anyway, there she is, being paraded around the room in what I assume was a game of pass the baby - whoever is holding the parcel when the music turns to crying has to unwrap the top layer and deal with whatever may be found underneath. She dealt very well indeed with the cooing and the attention: I guess she'll have to be used to it if she continues to cuten at this rate. And she still can't work her neck muscles or focus. We know this because my Dad and I spent some time trying to see if she'd follow our fingers.
Bing, of course, had to comment on this.
Everyone else is cooing over how cute
, she remarked on returning to the family group with a full plate of sausages.
You two are running cognitive tests
So I guess we can safely say she's met the family. Even had Dad apply his logic of benevolence to her, calling my flat only to have her answer then persuading her to accept a bed and a lift to the airport through the gentle insistence that his way is better than coming back to mine and taking a two hour tube trip to the airport. I was no help, of course: when I realised he was breaking down her defenses with logic, I just laughed. Maybe she needs more practice on me before trying to win against the man I learned from? Wish her luck there.