Ah!

We took Sunday out for breakfast on the weekend, and for a lot of the time she was behaving perfectly on her dad’s lap. Suddenly she let out an “AH!” that bounced around the concrete box interior of Raw Duck. Everyone stared at us; her call had been such a command. Sunday was beaming and trying to leap across the room. She had seen another baby. She yelled “AH!” again like “OY!” Finally the other baby looked at her. “Ahh,” she smiled. She loves other babies. (Adults she can take or leave.) At a bit over eight months old, she currently has three modes: up on her tummy, sitting, or standing with a steadying hand or piece of furniture. But confusingly for her, she hasn’t mastered the connecting movements to cycle between them. I suppose once she can pull herself up and walk a few steps I’ll stop being able to call her a baby.