…isn’t she pretty in pink?

God only know what it is that runs through her dream, but the face gives some clues.

New-born babies can’t really see very well or very far. Anything further away than about 15 cm is just a blur. Either that or she’s inherited her dad’s eyesight.

She does, however, seem to be fascinated by flitting shadows and light across the ceiling.

My favourite photo so far.

Unhappy bug-eyed finger-sucking Churchill earmuff Piglet knows where you live.

We got her some earmuffs for going out in noisy places - cinemas, the festival at Gracia.

A line she wanders over and back across. At this point she was still without a name, but she seemed happy without one.

Moments later the angst of being nobody overwhelms her. Her dawning conciousness demands to know ‘Who am I?’ and is met with only silence or, you know, unsuitable names.

Strong resemblence to the baby at the end of the film, no?

Maybe it’s just me.