Peeper got this great ball from Shrike’s
sister parents. It’s wonderful, because it rattles, it’s lightweight and where ever she grabs it, she can actually hold it.
Oh yeah. We own this.
. . . baby-safe red glowy-thing.
Peeper is obsessed with red, glowy-things.
First, it was the numbers on the alarm clocks in the bedroom. She’s been staring at those for months.
“What’s the clock say, Peeper? It says, ‘Too damn late. Time for babies to be sleeping.'”
Except, of course, when it says, “Too damn early. Time for babies to be sleeping.”
At first, she just stared at them, but then. Well, then we were idiots, and put the clock within her reach.
It seemed like good idea, but she really wants to hold the red glowy-things, and she can’t get to them, because there’s an invisible force field protecting them.
(Much like the invisible force field that keeps her from grabbing the monkey and the frog in her jungle musical thingy.)
So – because she is a genius – she tries to sneak up on them, by turning the clock over to go around the force field.
Only to get pissed off all over again when the elusive little bastards disappear completely.
Next, she spotted the laser in my trackball.
At first, she just saw it glowing out through the crevices in the casing, but then. Well, then I was an idiot, and took the ball out to show her the big, giant, red glowy-thing cavity.
Now, she leaps out of my lap toward the desk, and drags the trackball over to her, scrolling and clicking all over the screen, as she goes.
So, seriously, if you can think of any sort of red glowy-thing that is okay for a baby to play with and that will, preferably, allow her to handle (and, of course, chew on) the actual glowy-parts,
I Peeper would be forever grateful.
Note: These photos were a lot harder to take than you’d think, because the only thing she finds more fascinating than a red glowy-thing is a camera pointed at her.
No TV yet for our little princess, but this sure settles her down for bedtime.
Peeper’s really starting to enjoy her swing, especially now that she can reach, grasp and chew on the toys attached to it.
We’ve got it in the kitchen, and she’s usually happy in it long enough for me to fix something to eat, or to deal with the dishwasher.
Maybe someday I can actually cook again!
Peeper mostly likes this glow worm, but sometimes (like in the photo) seems a bit uncertain about it.
It’s actually a “Lullaby Glow Worm” which plays (duh) lullabies when you squeeze it.
It cycles through “Brahm’s Lullaby,” “Frere Jacques,” “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” (or possibly “The Alphabet Song” or “Baa Baa Black Sheep”), “Hush, Little Baby,” “Pachebel’s Canon,” (which we played at our wedding!) and “Rockabye Baby.”
Ironically it does not play “Glow, Little Glow Worm.”
Which reminds me:
Overheard one day, as Peeper was crying, and Shrike was singing to her:
Whozat: What’s her problem?
Shrike: She’s pissed off about all those crappy gifts you’re going to get her.
Whozat: What gifts?
Shrike: You know, the mockingbird, the cart and pony . . .