From blowing raspberries, the little lady has graduated to drooling solid streams of saliva as she learns to communicate with us (so says Baby Center or some other baby behaviour guru).
So much so that I have to put her on the bib to avoid another piece of clothing hitting the laundry basket the minute it gets soaked through with 'holy water'. I hardly have enough bamboo poles to cope with T and K's combined laundry as it is!
Comparing K with her big brother, T never had much use for the bib cos he very much preferred to keep his drool to himself even during Teething Season. With K, goodness! It's everywhere. On her fists, on her chin, on our clothes after carrying her...it's almost like monsoon season without the rain. And thicker, stickier H2O....
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