Petra would not settle down and go to sleep last night, and after nearly an hour’s struggle I sussed out that she might be hungry (yeah, so we may have forgotten to give her any supper, what of it?). Though she had been nursing for quite a while, I figured something more substantial might be in order so I got up and made her a bottle of välling (baby gruel, yum!). She had drunk almost half of it before she made a discovery so fascinating that she simply could not continue: her tongue! I don’t know if she really had never noticed it before, but last night she suddenly could not get enough of it. She stuck it out as far as it could go, she gripped it between her chubby fingers, she tried to pull it out so she could get a closer look at it. What a find!

Even by the cold light of day it retained its magic, and she’s been showing it off proudly: