|Hotel room mirrors are the best|
|Dancing at the wedding|
Sally and Walter both did some serious flourishing while they were only children for a week, but were also very relieved and happy and ready when we reunited at Umma and Baba's house. We went to Ella's Deli in Madison and Sally got another first: her first carousel ride! She clung to my shoulder, smiling and nervous. Then she got braver and braver and soon she was holding onto the pole instead of me, looking all around in joy and wonder. Walter, on the horse next to her, the old carousel veteran that he is, cheered her on and encouraged her.
|On the carousel|
My thoughts when I'm trying to change Sally's diaper are not this calm and reasonable, I assure you.
Sally at 10 months old is sweet, funny, ornery, fiesty, joyful, adventurous, curious, communicative, musical, loving, friendly, smiley, stubborn, defiant, snuggly and proud. She loves Walter best of all the people in the world. She loves Hank the Dog, too. She loves to play catch with me: I roll her a rubber ball, she grabs it and throws it at me with alarming accuracy. She hates being left behind--if someone she loves leaves the room she cries real tears of real sadness. She continues to love our kisses and gives beautiful kisses in return. She waves, she claps. She maybe signs a little bit, mostly for water, but communicates clearly enough without it. I think she said "Ball" the other day, but I'm not sure. She definitely says, "Mama," "More" and "All done," though that last one requires a lot of
|Look at those teeth!|
"Hey Sally dear, hey Sally dear/ We are so very glad that you're here. Hey Sally dear, Hey Sally dear/ You're loved, you're blessed, that much is clear!"