Zoe has found her voice and so the last few days have been filled with yelps, squeals, chirrups, goos and gurgles. She particularly enjoys having a chat with her minions (i.e. her parents/Granny) when she's lying on the changing mat and shouting orders at the animals that dangle from her babygym.
That's it then: no peace for us until she leaves home in 18 years time.
18... That's wishful thinking!
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