I am the mommy of a little naughty 6 month baby boy who is full of excitement and enthusiasm at all times with lots of naughtiness in his eyes...
He has reached a stage where he has started recognizing us and enjoys playing little games with us. He has started all his antics and clowning around. He manages to teach us so many new things everyday and makes us appreciate those smaller things which we had forgotten existed.
He loves catching his shadow and a game of reflections on the wall thrills him. On morning walks, birds pecking seeds in the garden fascinate him and when they fly off the swirling of their wings excite him.
A little hide and seek with the blanket is such a fun filled activity with lots of noise and laughter…He speaks in his own language and tries holding conversations with us which are nothing but lots of sound and screams. The way he blinks his eyes when he looks at the sun, the little ride on the merry-go-rounds that thrill him, the laughter when he slides down the slide…all these little things tell me how innocent he is and remind me of the little pleasures of life that I had forgotten…The way we wrinkles his nose when I tickle his skin with soft flowers…the reflection in the mirror that fascinates him..the sounds of the kitchen that scare him..the mindless splashing around in a tub that he enjoys..the way he tries to hold on flowing water reflects his innocence.
No wonder with him, even I become a child!!!
He has reached a stage where he has started recognizing us and enjoys playing little games with us. He has started all his antics and clowning around. He manages to teach us so many new things everyday and makes us appreciate those smaller things which we had forgotten existed.
He loves catching his shadow and a game of reflections on the wall thrills him. On morning walks, birds pecking seeds in the garden fascinate him and when they fly off the swirling of their wings excite him.
A little hide and seek with the blanket is such a fun filled activity with lots of noise and laughter…He speaks in his own language and tries holding conversations with us which are nothing but lots of sound and screams. The way he blinks his eyes when he looks at the sun, the little ride on the merry-go-rounds that thrill him, the laughter when he slides down the slide…all these little things tell me how innocent he is and remind me of the little pleasures of life that I had forgotten…The way we wrinkles his nose when I tickle his skin with soft flowers…the reflection in the mirror that fascinates him..the sounds of the kitchen that scare him..the mindless splashing around in a tub that he enjoys..the way he tries to hold on flowing water reflects his innocence.
No wonder with him, even I become a child!!!
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