So, over the weekend, I think I got to play my first baby games with my son. I’ll refer to him here as B.T. (to my wife: that’s a replacement cipher for B.T.’s actual first two initials.) My wife has been playing some of these games with B.T. for the last few weeks already. When I poked my wife’s belly, B.T. poked back, and if I poked 2 or 3 times, he poked back 2 or 3 times. Frankly, it was kind of cool. It’s like an in-utero version of peek-a-boo or something. We hope B.T. will be an avid player of games as he grows older, because we have a nice collection of board games, many of which can’t really be played with only two players.
At this point, you can kind of tell where B.T.’s head is at any given time, because it’s a big, hard round thing that pokes out of my wife’s belly. Sometimes you can tell where the butt-end is, because it’s round but not quite as hard, and has small hard things coming off of it. He spends a lot of time rolling around, but mostly seems to hang out on my wife’s right side.
Anyway, that’s enough of my gushing over impending fatherhood. I just wanted to take this break to talk about that since it gave me such a fine feeling. I’ll return you to your regularly scheduled whatever-it-is-I-usually-talk-about on this blog.