Notes on Baby

Baby likes to take things with her. If she is going to stand with the help of a chair, she will grab a toy to have with her once she is on her feet and surveying the room. If she crawls from one spot to another, she also wants to arrive without two empty hands. “I may need this” appears to be a guiding thought. Another thing she does with her hands is to strike one object with another, using the object in her left hand as an anvil and the one in her right as a hammer – leading me to conclude that she is right-handed. Tonight as dinner wound down and she grew punchy, she laughed as much as some people laugh in a week.

Kissed By the Sun

Baby was in the sun for twenty minutes today on two separate occasions. In the morning we went to the beach, and in the afternoon we went to the park. The wind was blowing at the beach, but baby was wrapped up in her sling and seemed to like her hair moving about with the breeze. At the playground, she rode the swings (the park was less crowded, and way more calm, today) and went down a couple of slides, a couple of times each.

When I was a baby in the mid-1960s, moms and dads didn’t have to think about sun exposure and ozone depletion. I’ve yet to slather baby in sun block, preferring instead to limit the time she’s in the sun, but I know the day is fast approaching when we’ll need to cover the little muffin in what is, in a sense, a miracle cream. I just wish the miracle weren’t necessary.