All in All, A Good Day. You Wore Yourself Out, Playing and Playing!

 Dear Luca,

    What a day! I sat down with you at noon, as your Mom stealthily left the room. I noticed that you weren't looking when she sneaked past the window. For the next two hours, you crawled, pulled up to your musical toy, your crib, your changing station, the window sill your toy box (where you leaned over too far and almost fell in, and the gate that keeps you from crawling out of your room.

    For two hours, I crawled around with you as we played music and made sounds on the various instruments in your room. As I did the last time, I had to warn your dad when he came home that anything with a battery in it was turned on. I was actually quite taken by a musical toy that I hadn't seen before, and it became my favorite, because, really, I'm getting a little tired of "I have an arm, and so do you," especially since it's a frog that is singing that song, and we all know that frogs don't have arms. I don't know what they call their limbs. Oh, yes, I do. The call them legs, because as anyone from the South could tell you, frog legs are a delicacy on any menu.

    But back to this toy I liked so much. It's small, and has five buttons, four on the edges and one in the center. On the edges are the drum, the xylophone, the french horn, and the violin, which could also be called a fiddle I think. When you punch they four outer ones, they each play their tune, and when you punch the middle ones, all the tunes are played together, and if you listen hard, you can hear each one individually and all together as well, and the tune is really pretty. From time to time, you dance little up and down motions, which makes me convinced that we were all born to dance before we can walk, although walking will happen pretty soon for you.

    You are nine months old now, and you are full of curiosity about your world. You examine your toys carefully. You try new things, like pulling out the bottom drawer of your chest and then, with your little fingers gripped on the edge, pushing it back in. Yes. I caught the drawer before your fingers got caught. I'm pretty cautious about that, since when I was little, but older than you are now, I did get my fingers caught, and I ended up in the hospital.  Actually, I don't exactly remember it, but the scar is still with me. 

    You are also a little toddler of infinite expressions, and your dad manages to catch a wide range of them. In fact, I've never seen a nine-month-old who had so many different expressions. Like these:

To be continued when I can upload the pictures!