Don’t tell anyone, but today I skipped the tail end of work and left early. I wanted to play with my daughter. It’s so warm and sunny… I hope all the days of her childhood are carefree and beautiful. This pic below is from my kitchen door In the evening… You can’t see it very clearly but way in the distance is the Johannesburg skyline.
As soon as I got home I wiggled out of my work clothes into more baby friendly clothes. She was sitting at the kitchen counter just staring into space….. Never do I feel so bad as when she’s so unstimulated. But when she saw me, she gave me the biggest smile… She’s started reaching her hands out in the direction she wants to go now. And who can resist the open arms of their little baby – munchkin?
She doesn’t like mummy’s smothering cuddles and kisses. A couple are ok but mama is OTT!. She loves to look at people and run her little hands over their faces … And she still strokes your hands when you’re feeding her… Such a relaxing time…
Playtime for us is rolling on the bed and doing stretching exercises. I still sing terribly at her and she smiles at “doh a deer” and giggles when I tickle her tummy or pull her across the bed by her legs. Her teething seems to have stopped… No more drool this week and no unending moaning. She has a thing for hands and feet… Hers and everyone else’s…. She can be fascinated with our (her and mine) hands for a long while. The simple things hey.
Now papa can dance with baby to the crackling tunes of yesteryear coming out of his Edison phonograph (gramophone). We also practice standing as well as assuming the crawling position. She can hold herself up in crawl position for 20 seconds or so… But it’s more to help her get the feel of using her body to move. She loves this!
She’s not really a toys kind of baby. She tosses them away after a few moments. So mama can get really tired no matter how much she loves this. I look at her and she looks at me. I tell her I love her. And I give thanks for this blessing. I think its all these moments that will give me the willpower to go back into IVF treatment for her brother or sister.
My dad came by to visit this evening. And then my sister. And I love that my baby knows the bustle of family life (them chattering and me cooking) and is happy to go to everyone and play with everyone with keen interest. My dad is an introvert, but she always brings out the big kid in him… What is that magic bond between grandparent and grandchild? He loves to take her out in the garden for a walk and show her the various going ons around us. Then my sister in her classical role ( she’s here almost every night just for her niece) makes her sleep and puts her to bed.
Yep… playtime is really special around these parts