Family Life

Play

I crocheted this bear. And then gave it away. I miss it a little because I used to collect blue teddy bears when I was younger. But I can make another one.

So we went to the physical therapist today. MM has a minor case of head-unevenness and neck-tightness, which is called torticollis (not to be confused with tortellini) and plagiocephaly (not to be confused with a platypus). It’s not a big deal, but her right ear is further forward on her head than her left ear. And I don’t know about you, but I would like symmetrical heads. Wouldn’t you? It’s better for wearing sunglasses.

There is a fly on my computer screen, and no matter how much I try to swat him with the mouse pointer, it doesn’t work.

MM loves attention. She loves playing. They had all these toys and we gave her all this attention, and she was just the calmest thing ever. They were all rather impressed. Have I ever mentioned that MM is pretty mellow?

I think they should teach parents how to play with their kids better. I mean, it’s not rocket science to play with your infant, but there are only so many things you can think of off the top of your head.

Now there is a currently guy outside climbing a ladder outside my dining room window. . . 

Examples of good play: shaking toys and rattles at them. Making funny faces. Bouncing them up and down. Tummy time, and putting a toy in front of them to distract them from the fact they are on the tummy. Putting them on a towel roll for tummy time for support.  Singing to them. Singing to them with actions (like you can do lots of things with Row Row Row Your Boat–I like Bounce Bounce Bounce Your Boat). Readings books is a lot of fun. Saucers and bouncers are also fun. Using babies as weights for bicep curls, shoulder presses, etc. also works good, and they get gradually heavier.  Any other ideas?

. . . Wait, now he is inside the house . . . 

Maybe I just sometimes have a hard time paying attention to MM as much as I should (it’s not intellectually stimulating). But she is so darn cute when she knows she is getting that attention.

. . . I live in the basement. The guy is fixing a window upstairs. It’s not as creepy as it sounds.

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