Today was Blaise's first real early intervention visit (as opposed to the three previous visits, which were all prelude, apparently). She did great and didn't even complain about spending so much time on her belly. The therapist seemed very impressed, so we must be heading in the right direction. Unlike during the assessment, Blaise was in fine form this morning, showing off all of her most recent skills.
When Ben's parents came to visit last, they brought an old electronic keyboard, thinking Blaise's fondness for music might make that a fun toy. She's been banging on it occasionally while sitting in our laps at the table. I decided to use it this afternoon to get her through some more time on her belly. It started off super-cute. (I know she's my kid, so I shouldn't say it, but really.)
Then it devolved into a Dean Martin impression, as such things are wont to do.