Games He Plays

Patrick has started to be more interactive in his play in the past few days. I told you yesterday about him imitating Daddy with the spit thing. He also imitated me yesterday afternoon during playtime. He kept bouncing up and down while he sat, dancing to the music I guess. I started doing it too, and every time I "danced," he did the same.

Then he started waving his hands in the air then bamming them on his thighs. I imitated him (adding the bam sound effect of course), and he imitated me again. We had a fun time alternating between bamming and dancing.
He's played peek-a-boo for a long time. If we put a blanket or burp rag over his head, he would work to get it off, then shriek with laughter when we said, "Peek-a-boo!" As much as he loved that aspect of the game, though, he wouldn't initiate it on his own. That's been changing some recently, but today in particular he's had a blast pulling the blanket up over his own head to play peek-a-boo. I suspect it's a stall tactic to not have to go to bed as soon--he hopes the game will distract us from the idea of bedtime. I don't buy it for a second, but I still like to see him play with us.
And then just a few minutes ago, he figured out the roll-the-ball game. I would roll a ball towards his lap, and he'd "roll" one back to me. His roll resembled a drunken toss really, but he understood the concept of the game. I suppose we'll have to work on the rolling idea next.
Today's big news is about Matt, though. He had a routine dentist appointment yesterday, in part to consult about his wisdom teeth. He knew at some point they needed to come out. He didn't expect the dentist to offer to cancel his afternoon appointments to get them out yesterday while he was there. The dentist seems to think it's urgent that they come out right away, so Matt is scheduled to get them out tomorrow. That way he could have the whole weekend to recover.

We're all a bit anxious about the "procedure" (it sounds more like a minor surgery to me). I hate seeing Matt in such pain, almost as much as he hates being in such pain. I also hate that I don't really know what to expect. I can't really sympathize with him, as that is one of the very few dental procedures I haven't experienced (lucky me, born without any wisdom teeth).

Anyway, keep us in mind this weekend as we deal with the aftereffects of the procedure. I have no idea how I'll keep my husband fed; something tells me French fries aren't on the approved food list.