Wrapping presents with a baby is fun. It involved a lot of, “That’s mommy’s. No, no, not for babies. Don’t eat that!” She adores boxes not just to play with but to use to stand up! At least it kept her away from the wrapping paper I was using. I looked away for two seconds and looked back to find her upper half in the box, butt in the air suspended on the side of the box, and legs kicking in the air. Was she crying? Struggling to get back out? No. She was trying to reach the present in the bottom of the box so she could nom it. Which she did.

Before bed we all go into the bedroom to quietly play on the bed for a little while. It does kind of make putting her down a little bit harder, because she thinks playing on the bed is much more fun than sleeping on it, but it’s such a fun, happy time of day that we still do it anyways. There is something about the bed that Kate loves more than the floor, and I think it’s because we’re on the same level as her. We all lay down and she rolls around playing with her toys and shrieking and giggling. Last night she was being silly as usual and we were laughing at her. She rolled from her belly to her back with a motion that could be described as melodramatic: one arm over her head, slowly rolling to her back as if she was fainting. Something about it just sent both Den and I into hysterics. Well Kate liked that reaction so for the next 10 minutes that’s all she did, rolling to her front and then, arm raised in the air, dramatically rolling to her back. Every time she did it we’d have a fresh fit of laughter and Kate would lay there and laugh, too, even though the look on her face clearly said she had no clue why her parents are so weird.