This playdate wasn't exactly a playdate, it was more like babysitting. Since the daycare was closed due to Veteran's day I was able to spend the day with the dude while Mom had a playdate with her friend Amy.
And dude he was. He climbed, ran, threw, played, read, crawled, expressed, and explored. Throughout the day he sung, jabbered, cried, watched, and experienced his world expand.
New to me was his ability to wind up his Thomas the Train Engine and watch, or more precisely, listen to it unwind. Over and over and over and over. He threw balls, cars, other toys, and the Thomas the Tank Engine just for the joy of throwing -- it seemed. Just for the joy of being alive -- it seemed.
New to me was his ability to use his chair as a tool. He sat in it. He pushed it. He lugged it across the room to use someplace else. He turned it upside down to use the seat as a winding up surface for Thomas. He stood on it. He used it as a step stool to crawl over the arm of the chair. Luckily he wasn't into throwing chairs -- yet.
New to me was his ability to watch a children's cartoon TV show. He would stand mesmerized in the middle of the floor and watch some animated action. Better for this Granny, he would sit in my lap and watch, mesmerized, some animated action all snugly and warm and down low and still and quiet.
And then he would be off to some other enticing activity.
Throughout the day he played with his toys, lugged his toys, pushed pulled and threw his toys. He lugged his diaper bag, emptied his diaper bag, filled his diaper bag. He carried his green Halloween bucket, he filled the bucket, wore the bucket as a hat, squashed the bucket, and then he would pull it open just to squash it again.
No playdate picture, today was work, the best kind of Granny work.
It was a regular work day for Connor.
Explore, explore and then explore some more.
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