Year 01 | Week 15
This past weekend, while your mother kept you busy, I took on the task of converting your ExerSaucer from playmat to full-fledged play-contraption. The word was that you’d been spending time in something similar at daycare and, since you were growing bored with the playmat as it was, we decided now was as good a time as any for me to transform the thing. I followed the instructions they’d included in the box, and the whole process, although complex, went swimmingly enough. But it did make me think forward for a second, imagining all the putting together of things that was yet to come. I had a sudden appreciation for what my parents must’ve gone through all those Christmas Eves when your Uncle John and I were kids.
For the record, here is what the ExerSaucer looked like in playmat form over the past couple of months:
And here’s what it looks like now:
You seemed to enjoy the heck out of it, which was nice. Like all things you play with, there was a certain point at which you were fed up with it (or fed up with yourself) because you couldn’t get it to do everything you wanted it to do. But that frustration wasn’t loud or over-the-top. You enjoyed yourself for a while, and then, slowly, you weren’t enjoying yourself as much anymore. We took you out, moved you on to other things and later, when we brought you back, you were excited to see it all over again.
Putting your latest contraption together was an exercise in patience, for sure. But that turned out to be a good thing. It reminded me that the whole parenting experience is an exercise in patience, and these last few days have been all the better for it.