Playtime

I stress-if you haven't figured that out by now. I have always done this. Even as a child I would get stressed when my mom ran the bath water but didn't stay in the bathroom as the tub filled. I was afraid it would flood.

Tuesday when I picked Lucas up, I could tell he had an off day without any of his caregivers saying anything to me. The sign was seeing him being rocked by Judith. Normally he is on the floor playing when I picked him up. So on the way home I just let go of any plans I had to get work down around the house. I figured it was going to be a long night for us. I took him upstairs and tried rocking him. He seemed content for a while but soon after Marc got home, things got ugly. I didn't even attempt to feed him, just gave him a bottle for dinner. He took that without too much fighting. Marc ran out to get us some food and I set him down on the floor to see if he would play for a while. sure enough, he was fine with it. Marc and I took turns eating while the other played with Lucas on the floor. Normally I would have been obsession about what I wasn't getting done but I guess that night all of us just needed some playtime together.

We always encourage Lucas to play but I don't think we have played together as a family-it was a nice change.

This saying was on a flip chart in one of our meeting rooms: Mathematics is essential for the development of children . . .so is playtime.