I devoted half an hour to pure, uninterrupted playtime. And discovered how to make Aidan squeal with sheer delight—at high volume and very high pitch. I was quite impressed. He laughed, giggled, squealed, and wiggled the whole time. I could have kept going, but both of us got hungry: Aidan for milk (hold the cookies, for now), me for home-smoked brisket.
We enjoyed the SSBFT (can that be pronounced in the English language?) so much that I think it will become part of our daily routine. Part of the "games" involved a blanket or burp cloth over AJ's face and tickling, kissing, poking, and prodding while he tried to wiggle out from the fabric. He absolutely loved it! And when I would take a break for a few seconds, Aidan would turn red, crinkle up his face, and inhale a massive lungful of air, all preparations for an ear-shattering cry. Blanket back on the face = mourning turned into joy.
Hooray for new ways to entertain
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