Recently, I took Milo on a trip to the park with no plans other than to lay on a blanket in the shade. The other mommies around me either had older children who were there to go down the slide and play in the sand, or they were meeting up with friends. I'm usually at the park for those same reasons.
Our intent on this particular day, though, was much simpler. As a matter of fact, I don't think we had any intent.
Milo's activities were as follows:
Sit on blanket in froggy-like position. With wide eyes, watch children running back and forth. (5 min.)
Lean forward and begin to lose balance. Get assistance from mommy to lay on tummy. (10 sec.)
Grab edge of blanket. (1 min.)
Explore blades of grass beyond blanket with hands. (5 min.)
Fuss. Get mommy to put me back in a sitting position. Play with a soft and jingly duck toy. (5 min.)
Me? I just watched. His contentedness rubbed off on me and I noticed the breeze and the way the shade kept moving, changing the patterns on our blanket. We "played" for a little while longer, until I scooped him up and carried a sleepy boy to the car.
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That sounds wonderful!
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