When we brought Frances home from the hospital we knew as much about entertaining babies as we did about the grand pitcher hindu festival. More than once I found myself dangling something in front of her face and waiting for her to swat at it. Like she was a cat - which she was not. But now that she's five months old her interests do seem to be converging with those of her fur brothers. In fact I think they'd all have pretty similar Plenty of Fish profiles: must like watching printers printing and water running; must like sleeping in play pens and sitting in bumbos; must like bright flashing lights and ripping up paper. Dislikes: having face washed, loud noises, and not being allowed to sit on the table.
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