She's definitely growing - she's large enough now that lap feeding was no longer really optimal. (Plus, she's a feisty little girl, and my ears were starting to object to being nibbled on constantly.) She's graduated to having us put a blanket down on the floor, and me holding the bottle down for her. She still is one of the messier eaters I've seen (although Mr. Riley is a close second - what is it about kids of all species that makes it so hard to actually load food into their mouths, as opposed to their cheeks, chins, back, etc...?) But she is drinking down at least half a bottle three times a day, and we're thinking about upping the volume.
She's loving the Habitrail that Roger built her - I've caught her playing king of the mountain on top of the logs a couple of times, and it looks like giving her a stuffed moose to cuddle with was a good idea. She's also at the point where Roger doesn't have to carry her in and out of the house anymore He just lifts her over the fence, puts her on the ground, and she follows him into the house like he was the Pied Piper, generally accompanied by Daisy and Lili. In fact, Daisy has claimed her - she checks in on her throughout the day, she does a quick physical on her while she's feeding... I figure it's redheads sticking together (they do have remarkably similar coloring.)
Anyway... she's doing well, and we seem to have survived becoming foster parents - at least for now.
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