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kleenex head

pic of the day: day 20
john plays kleenex head all by himself.

when john's grammy (my mom) was in town in january, they made up a lot of games together. great, simple baby games. in one game, you bang on a table, then look at john and say "baby," which makes him utterly crack up. but far and away his favorite is kleenex head.

much as the name might imply, you play kleenex head by tickling his forhead, face, and scalp with a kleenex. he giggles and grins. you can do this over and over again for ages. i think he likes the way the wispy kleenex feels - he seems to be a very tactile baby who loves different textures, etc.

well, little kleenex head is growing up. this morning, he crawled across the bed, grabbed his own kleenex out of the box, and played kleenex head all by himself. and then, he went to school ... where he's not in the littlest baby class anymore. as of today, he's in the next class up, with big ol' babies who walk and talk and love little john.

the mama's of the two other little boys in john's old class came and found us this morning to say how sad they were the three amigos had been broken up. never fear mamas. they grow REALLY fast. the three amigos will be riding tricylces around the back lot before we even know it!
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