I babysat tonight. One of them was a 13 month old little girl. She doesn't walk too well, but she and I hang out on Tuesday nights.
We start out with feed/water time. I make sure everyone has snacks, then sit down to feed her. It's frankly hilarious. We both end up with food on us. And the only way I know how to tell if she is done is the way she won't open her mouth like a little bird when I put the spoon in the general area of her mouth.
Today I made her laugh. Which surprised me more than her I think. She was sticking out her belly so I poked at her. She looked at me with her baby blues and giggled. I tried it again and she straight up laughed.
I've never made a baby laugh before, but in that moment, I felt like I could fly to the moon...
We start out with feed/water time. I make sure everyone has snacks, then sit down to feed her. It's frankly hilarious. We both end up with food on us. And the only way I know how to tell if she is done is the way she won't open her mouth like a little bird when I put the spoon in the general area of her mouth.
Today I made her laugh. Which surprised me more than her I think. She was sticking out her belly so I poked at her. She looked at me with her baby blues and giggled. I tried it again and she straight up laughed.
I've never made a baby laugh before, but in that moment, I felt like I could fly to the moon...
1 comment:
I don't know why that is, but to make a baby or even a young child laugh gives such a sense of accomplishment. Of course, I always do this with my grandchildren - sometimes with more success than at others. ec
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