Play Time Is Just Not the Same

I have felt a little under the weather the past couple of days. Now, I don't normally complain about feeling sick but it has kept me from being able to play with Parker. Even with all the precautions that are taken before we go into Parker's room, the risk of passing on what I may have to him is far too great. So, I watch my wife from outside the room as she plays with our son the way I normally would if I were with him.

Now, I am unsure if she thinks I don't trust her to get Parker's exercises done, but my wife has now gotten in to the habit of taking pictures of the little monkey's play time to show me. I am pretty sure that his favourite kind of play is his time with his mobile. Every day he looks more excited as he plays with it. I am so sure that he has convinced himself that these little creatures hanging from the mobile are genuinely his friends. Religiously, Parker's little friends fly by, and as they come closer to his body they swoop down toward him. Each time, he throws his hands toward them, trying to reach out and swat them. Each time he misses. Each time he laughes. I don't try and understand what it is that he finds so amusing with his three friends. I am just glad that he has something that makes him laugh and smile each time he does it.

Now, we were both hoping that Parker hit the magic 5 kg (11 lbs) mark today, but it was not meant to be. Parker remained 0.7 ounces short (20 grams) of the mark. My wife had the camera all ready to record the historical event. Alas, we shall have to wait another day.

I better try and get some sleep. If I am not better tomorrow I will not get to play with my son. And I know that play time is just not the same if Parker's daddy is left only watching from behind the glass doors.