The third generation could barely stand still long enough for the second to take the picture (that and the iPhone are my excuses for the poor lighting).
She is now darting across the room even when we don't expect it. She loves every minute of it, and so do we.
Also, she now has 12 teeth. Numbers 11 and 12 snuck up on me while I was watching 10 come in.
Her other new skill is blowing kisses at everyone who comes and goes.
We will be sad to leave Berkeley but
it will be nice to get back to our Chicago home.
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