Annalise has finally decided that she can no longer be contained. This is rather surprising considering she lived the first year of her life snuggled in a pink carrier that she seemed to have no plans of vacating ever.
She is not a fan of diaper changes, clothing changes, nail trimmings, face wipes or any other activities that require restraint. Matt has started calling her "Jason Bourne" because of the deadly krav maga moves that she employs any time we get near her changing table. When we try to buckle her into her car seat, she reaches up and hangs onto the grab handle in the roof as a last ditch effort for freedom. I expect it's only a matter of time before I find a tattered diaper bag full of fake passports and foreign currency hidden amongst her board books and stacking cups.