Power Trio

Baby loves to be with mom, and she loves to be with dad. But what she really loves is to be with mom and dad at the same time. She likes to look in one of our faces, and then the other, and then back. Her favorite time to switch her attention between her twin beacons of fascination is bedtime, as was the case tonight. She had been brought into the family bed – not a small one, by the way – by mom; dad was visiting at the foot of the bed to wish baby and mommy sweet dreams before accomplishing a few last things downstairs before joining them. Anyway, baby’s laugh filled the air without provocation, but I tickled her once or twice just for good measure. Mom asked that baby get to wind down, so after only five or six more – super brief – tickle sessions I kissed them both goodnight and left them to their reveries.

Big Thinker

Baby sat in three used vehicles today in an odyssey that carried her about 75 miles all told, or, in Rhode Island terms, incredibly way fa’. Dad elected not to take the cars for a spin but rather to sit with baby in his lap, get the feel of the vehicle, and try to keep the used-car salesman of the moment not to imagine that something good was about to happen in his life. Baby was calm during the experience, partly because she was driven home for an important pit stop with her favorite food source, mom, between used car lots.

At present, baby’s favorite activity while riding in her rear-facing car seat is gazing out the side window at the scenery rushing past backward. She was a big thinker from the day she was born, and it shows no signs of abating. I vaguely remember how mesmerizing the whoosh of the roadside could be as a boy, second in fascination only to the unfolding view seen from a train. What trains will baby (and hopefully mommy) and I go on?