A couple months ago you started playing peek-a-boo. The first time you did this we were in the airport checking in for our flight home from Chicago (with a really cranky airline agent, if I might add). You lifted up your blanket over your face, held it there for a few seconds, then lowered it quickly and looked at is expectedly and excitedly. In a few more seconds you raised it again, and we said, “Where’s Emma?”. You lowered it with a huge smile and a little giggle, and thus began our first of many rounds of peek-a-boo. To this day you still do it, mostly raising and lowering blankets or napkins, but sometimes doing it with something so little as a book. I love it.