before Evening was born, I loved to blow raspberries.Particularly on the unsuspecting bellies of
nephews and nieces that always erupted into giggles.So I wasn’t surprised when Evening inherited
house you can often see me holding Evening in the air and blowing a raspberry
on her chest while she simultaneously blows one on my forehead.
Our first conversation was an exchange of air raspberries, and we still converse in
raspberry once or twice a day.I’ve been
told this is quite fun to see by some friends, while another mentioned that it wasn’t
very lady-like.I suspect her corset was
just a little too tight that day and we haven’t worried about it.
days ago I noticed Evening blowing a raspberry in her sleep.Which was absolutely, swoon-inducingly adorable
for this mummy.
Yet it did nothing to
prepare me for her next move.
peacefully nursing away, having her baby-lunch, very much alert and contented
staring at the ceiling and playing with her little blanket.
suddenly stopped nursing and blew a raspberry right there, "Pfffffffft!" sending out a shower
of tiny milk droplets.It was so
unexpected (and tickling) that I immediately burst out laughing. She smiled at me ever-so-wisely and continued
nursing without missing a beat.
baby learning about cause and effect, this is a wonderful thing, being able to
make mummy burst out laughing like that (and so much better than the biting and screaming we had a few weeks ago).
it’s her go-to move.She’s been doing it
every time she nurses, and with impeccable timing.She’s so peaceful, quiet, and contentedly
nursing when suddenly, “Pfffft!” with the accompanying white shower.