This weekend we discovered that the Bean has a new skill: peekaboo. Not just laughing when I do it, but actively initiating the game. On Saturday morning, after their first feeding, we were relaxing with the babies on the bed. I held Bean on my lap in a standing position. They’d both been playing with the afghan, but Bean suddenly gripped it with both hands and lifted it up so it covered her face. When she lowered it, D and I said “Peekaboo!” She smiled and giggled, then did it again…and again, and again, and again. “Peekaboo! Peekaboo!” we kept saying each time she lowered the blanket, making the motion, getting the reaction, smiling at the sheer joy of it all. She must have gotten a workout for her arms, too, with all the lifting up and down.
Now for three mornings in a row we’ve had a game of peekaboo. This morning I handed her one of D’s shirts to peekaboo with, and in the afternoon a pair of pants. I’m not sure which of us is more thrilled. I’m also not sure which of us is the one being made to perform. Lift and blanket! Yell peekaboo! Lift the blanket Yell peekaboo! We’re a good team.