Some birthday party activities included peek-a-boo.
A certain small girl was an enormous fan.
On Sunday Annalise became nine months old. She is so big. She is very good at pulling herself up. She is less good at staying up. There have been several major head bonks due to this. And as an unfortunate side-effect of much newfound mobility, she's always generally a little beat up.
She has turned a corner in terms of how she feels about strangers and folks that are not Mommy and Daddy- she loves them, every one. She is constantly begging for errant folks to hold her. At church on Sunday she insisted that the couple next to me hold her once we got there, and when she was done with them, scooted up behind the pew of a young lad and his parents. She put her arm up in the air to indicate her desire to be plucked from the ground but the dad just waved and smiled at her quietly. When that didn't work, she very unquietly grunted at the top of her voice and looked at him expectantly. After she figured out that something was clearly wrong with his ability to understand, she scooted back over to me so I could hold her while she laughed and grunted for a half hour at the teenage boy behind us. Next she spotted her little friend Anna down the row. She flung herself from my arms to the floor and hefted herself on over to say hello and try to squeeze Anna's face. (I have to be very careful with her propensity for face-squeezing- she's been known to unintentionally wound.) So I crept over to help fend her grab-happy fingers off Anna's face and took her back to our seat. That decision was met with an immediate explosionary (and top-of-her-lungs) meltdown so we had to quickly return and then she was happy.