Avril loves to play our family's version of Peek-a-boo, one in which we rarely ever actually say the words, "Peek-a-boo." Rather, we cover her face with the blanket and ask, "Where's Avril?!" She waits for a second, actually understanding that we can't see her, then she grabs the blanket, pulling it down to reveal herself and that's when we say, "There she is!" And then we all laugh together. We taught Norah to do this at the same age, too, and with the same exact blanket. I'm not sure there is anything more satisfying than making a baby laugh so hard she kicks and squeals. It's that "Man, it's good to be alive" kind of feeling.
Avril loves to play our family's version of Peek-a-boo, one in which we rarely ever actually say the words, "Peek-a-boo." Rather, we cover her face with the blanket and ask, "Where's Avril?!" She waits for a second, actually understanding that we can't see her, then she grabs the blanket, pulling it down to reveal herself and that's when we say, "There she is!" And then we all laugh together. We taught Norah to do this at the same age, too, and with the same exact blanket. I'm not sure there is anything more satisfying than making a baby laugh so hard she kicks and squeals. It's that "Man, it's good to be alive" kind of feeling.
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