Sunday, April 26, 2009
Stripes and Checks
I don't know about other mums, but I don't miss my son's baby years. Or at least not yet. Having older nieces in the family and encountering their fits and changing personalities, I had thought that nostalgia for baby that doesn't move all day would begin earlier. Well, an own kid is just different. He is still cute. He still gives me beautiful innocent looks, even more beautiful than before. He starts speaking. We have short dialogs of four lines. Although he asks for my attention all the time, it is easier to please him. Now, when he can do and play stuff. The best play is at peeling onion or husking peas, then I have off.
Other things I like doing with him are cut-outs, simply paper and scissors. He likes watching me and I like concentrating on some hand work. This cut-out in the third picture pretends to be the Universe with the Sun in the middle and the Earth, an unknown planet, a comet and UFO going round it. Our home gets slowly filled with this little clumsy and useless stuff.