A Time to Play

Mia played for the first time today. I think. I'm pretty sure. Like, 90 percent sure.

We were sitting on the couch and I was reading her The Sneetches so she could learn all about how we're all the same, regardless of star-bellied status. She had her feet on my thighs and she pushed really hard, straightening out her legs. I cheered for her. She let her legs slack out. And then she straightened her legs again. I cheered again. "Can you kick again?" I asked her. And she did! It was so exciting! Then I was really cheering! She did this over and over for probably five minutes, which I thought was a long time for a baby. She eventually smiled at me. It was so great!

I think she knew it was a game. If she kicked her legs out, I would cheer for her and give her smooches on her little hairy head. Eventually I think she wore herself out, so I hugged her and hugged her. I was so proud.

I'm pretty sure that was all play. Or else she was trying to karate kick me and is just too little for it to hurt yet.