Oliver and I spent the whole day together while Megan worked on projects. It was a good day from start to finish, with two fairly short naps—23 minutes and 30 minutes. Well, Oliver napped while I just closed my eyes and rested. I always worry I’ll drop him if I drift off, but even a few minutes of closing my eyes feels good.
Much of our time was spent on the floor, playing. Later, we went outside for a little “forest bathing.” We saw a bald eagle, a rabbit, and of course enjoyed the trees and clouds. I even sat him in his own patio chair, which he thought was very cool. Using the arms of the chair, he pulled himself up to his knees, with Grandma hovering close by.
At one point, I set him on the deck where he discovered a twig. Naturally, it went straight toward his mouth. I took it away gently, telling him, “Not for the mouth.” He studied it for a while and then tried again. When I reminded him, his little face puckered up and he cried. Each time he tested me with that twig, I repeated the rule. Finally, he gave it up, but not without crying like a banshee first.
Oliver is seven and a half months old, and it amazes me how fascinated he is by every object he touches. Together we explored the siding of the house, the drain spout, and he discovered that tapping on them makes a fun sound. Later, he was very curious about the parts for Megan’s blender that were in a box on the dining room table. A cup with holes in the bottom, a wide-mouthed funnel, and a plastic stirrer all caught his attention.
We also read an incredible book, Maybe: A Story About the Endless Possibility in All of Us by Kobi Yamada. The words remind us: You are the only you there ever has been or ever will be. You are unique in all the universe… The message is beautiful, but so are the illustrations.
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