Date Recapped

I was surprised by Thumper's initial reaction. He never fails to grin and kick at his own image in the mirror, but face to face with another baby, he fussed nervously. To be fair, he was mostly looking at the other daddy, though. I guess he's inherited his daddy's social anxiety.

We put them on the floor and let them kind of scope each other out. Thumper more or less pretended she wasn't there at first and was strictly focused on his toys. M____'s a month younger, but she's slightly ahead on the rollover scorecard and was a little ahead on the scooting efforts as well. She stretched and kicked and stretched and did everything she could to touch Thumper, until her daddy had mercy and moved her close enough to lay a finger on his arm. With that accomplished, she upgraded her goals to fitting him into her mouth, but to no avail.

We kind of moved them around as we chatted: tummy, back, sitting, standing, tummy, back, etc. Thumper may have set a non-fussing tummy record, watching M____ try and try to reach his toys. They stayed for a total of about 45 minutes, and by the end, when we held them as we stood and said our goodbyes, they were flirting and smiling and shyly hiding their faces. It was just too freakin' adorable.

As for me and M____'s dad, we did not flirt and smile and hide our faces. We did talk and compare sleeping and eating and fingernail-clipping notes, and I don't think he thought I was an idiot. College football was mentioned. He even said we should do it again, and at his house next time. All and all, bueno. He and his wife will be switching roles in a few months time, though, so I don't know if the blossoming friendship between M____ and Thumper will survive the change, but we'll see. Who knows what the future holds? I'm just glad the Thumpster got to lay eyes on a real, live baby who doesn't live inside the mirror.