Last Thursday Annalise graduated from the Beaverton Mom's Group! She talked loudly for everyone to hear, performed her rolling abilities with gusto, and cried when the leader tried to hold her. She looked so precious in her graduation cap.
On Friday morning we attended our first meeting of the Portland division of Attachment Parenting International and had a lovely time playing with toys and babies and sharing our sleep struggles with folks that weren't going to just suggest letting our Buggy-Boo cry it out. We are joining the association and looking forward to the monthly group meetings.
On Friday night we attended a very lovely karaoke party at the delightful Hillyard home. Though I was certain that Annalise had no idea what hit her when Pixie mauled her, my assumption was sadly mistaken. The two large and friendly dogs at the Hillyards have always been very well-accepted by Annalise, but when we went over there after her bite, one of them came up and put his nose to her stomach and she nearly brought down the house with her terrified screams and cries. It was so sad to see. I had no idea she knew what had happened to her, or that she would be afraid of dogs now. It was so sad. I tried again a little later, showing her the dog from arm's length but when he began moving his head quickly she exploded into terrified tears again. My poor poor poor little traumatized angel. :(
Sunday was Valentine's Day and the day before we opened the mail to find THE CUTEST ever headbands for our little baldy that anyone has ever seen. THANK YOU CRAFTY MARY ANN! Here you see the ridiculously fabulous packaging it came in, and Annalise modeling her new oh-so-trendy headgear.
Sunday morning I woke up to a surprise breakfast in bed of eggs, toast, and hot homemade bread pudding. Dave also created a handmade card and wrote me a poem and quickly found himself the recipient of both much gratitude for his thoughtfulness and many smooches to his face. That night we went to his parents' house and he and his dad cooked me and his mom a delicious dinner. It is obvious that Dave is following in the footsteps of a line of lovely Fuhriman men!