Tuesday is usually all about the projects I’m tackling. Instead, I am sharing with you today what I tackle on a daily basis.
Toys are everywhere during the day. I put them away time and time again, but they end up all over the floor once again. I am trying to teach the baby the “Clean Up” song (and action). One of these days it will catch on.
We have a little routine every morning: We take our time waking up, hanging out in bed chatting to one another. Usually we go through the “Where is your hair? Where is Mommy’s hair? Where is your nose? …” (you get the point) routine. It is seemingly never tiring for her to point to her parts and mine. After this, we get out of bed, wash our faces (it is really cute to watch her mimic me with her own washcloth), and head downstairs. She plays quietly while I make coffee and her breakfast. I catch up on email while sipping coffee sitting at the table next to her.
After breakfast we head to the floor for playtime. Really, this is learning time for both of us. I get to observe my smart little baby – to try to figure out how her little mind is processing everything. She learns shapes, colors, hand-eye coordination, and of course nursery rhymes. We do this for over an hour. By this time, a temper tantrum ensues from fatigue and I’ve learned the best way to deal with it is to just stand up and walk away. She is learning that her behavior isn’t ok. She settles down and gets ready for a nap.
At 11 months old, my little one hums “If You’re Happy and You Know It” and claps during the appropriate time. She does the motions to “Itsy Bitsy Spider”. She dances. She can sort colors. She can place a triangle block in a triangle hole, a circle in a circle, and so on. Is she a genius? No. Smart? Yes.
No TV. No DVD. No bouncy seat. No swing. No activity center. The entire morning is consumed by one-on-one contact with me. My face. My ears. My voice. My hands. I have learned more about my baby and she about me because of this wonderful time together. We have strengthened our bond. This time is precious to me, and I try not to take it for granted. Don’t get me wrong, I have days where I think, “If this kid has 1 more temper tantrum, I’m going to cry”, but I still wouldn’t trade this time for the world.