Here’s a hit I should loose some weight:
While I was laying on my back, Rachel walked up to me, patted my belly and said, “Nice baby.”
In an effort to get Rachel accustomed to the idea of a new baby in the house we have been telling her that there is a baby in mommy’s belly and asking her to pat it or some other way to interact. It looks like this has backfired just a bit.
It only made since in her head if there is one in mommy’s belly there is one in daddy’s.
I’m not sure at what point in our lives that we “know better”. All I know is it’s somewhere between 21 months and 29 years. I love to just sit and watch her as she tries to add to her accumulating knowledge, building on things that she has already learned to experience and interact with the world.
in the last couple of days Rachel has done something that I can only explain as Baby Logic. It’s that limited logic that the have. Where she does something that makes no sense to use, but if we drop into her world, there would have been no other option.
Hot Bulb
We have an island in our kitchen with a light fixture hanging directly over it. It hangs down to where Rachel, when standing on the island, has a little room to walk under it. As she stands there, she notices the light and reaches for it. Michele and I, both not wanting her to burn herself on the light bulb, say, “No. Rachel that’s hot.” To witch she, without hesitation, blows on the light bulbs with a few quick breaths.
Now this may sound absurd to us, but to her limited experience it makes perfect sense. How often do we put something in front of her and say, “It’s hot; blow on it.” In her world, “hot” equaled “blow on it.” It was very cute, and left us laughing for quite some time.
Thumb bread
No matter what we put before her, she always wants some of what we have. We’ve gone to great lengths to show her we have what she does. She still wants it. Michele, the other day, toasted some cinnamon-raisin bread and slathered it with cream cheese. As soon as Rachel saw it, she wanted some. Tearing off a piece, Michele gives her a corner.
In the process of playing with it and eating it, she puts her thumb through the bread. This is the point that Michele and I just happen to glance up at her. We both saw her look down at the end of her thumb, sticking through the bread. She bend down and tried to take a bite out of that strange part of the toast. She was quickly surprised at the result.
She then repeatedly took her thumb out of the toast and insert it again. She just had to figure out what was going on here.
