Play Time

Finn has recently developed the ability to sit our our laps and just hang out and play.

It's strange playing with a baby, especially when your entire existence has been geared toward meeting his basic needs of food, sleep and diaper changes. All of the sudden he wants to play? It's hard to switch gears. I'm finding I'm having to reach far into my memory for all those games and songs of my childhood.

I made a toy basket that we keep on the couch. It has rattles, a whisk, his favorite book and more. We pull stuff out, listen to how things sound, feel different textures and so on.

We sing songs. His favorite so far is Little Finn Had a Farm. He just cracks up. I think M. is a little sick of the tune. I like to mix it up by singing "...and on that farm he had an OCTOPUS!" but then I'm stuck having to make octopus sounds...hmmmmm.

We also play Tour de France, where we do fast bicycle legs, just like he's riding in the Tour de France. M. doesn't like it when I chant "dope, dope" in the background.

Then there's what I do best. Absolute silliness. Silly dancing, silly faces, silly sounds. I'm really glad to finally have an audience and M. is a little less embarassed by my antics in public now that we have a baby with us to justify them.

He he. Play time is fun!