What Music Feels Like

I am a very musical little peach. Music is one of my passions. I have written many articles about my love of all things musical. Mommy has composed songs just for me because she knows how much I like to listen to her sing. I even play the piano and the drum.

Music requires sound and any connoisseur of music knows that the search for the right sound requires constant experimentation. I am often engaged in the pursuit of new sounds. When wielded by skilled hands, even random household objects can be surprising sources of music.

Two objects will give a skilled musician, like me, ample opportunity to compose something brilliant and inspiring. Each object can be banged against the floor, wall, or table. The two objects can also be bashed against each other. Just watch your fingers!

Sometimes the best sounds can be made with no objects at all. I can kick my feet and thump my heels against the floor. If I kick a certain way, I can sometimes get my feet to make a squeaking sound. I also have my hands and they are very musical in their own right.

My most recent musical discovery has revealed that my hands can make a delightful sound if I smack them against the top of the coffee table. My left hand goes smack, smack, smack. I give that hand a little rest while my right hand goes smack, smack, smack. After a while, my hands start to feel weird and tingly.

Baby girl examining her hands

That’s peculiar

I take a close look but I can’t find anything unusual on the palm of my hand. I’m a bit baffled but the tingly feeling begins to fade quickly. I shrug it off and resume my project. I would really like to get the rough draft of my composition done before dinner.

If I use both hands I can get a lot of smacks in a very short period of time. I try something new and alternate between left and right, smack, smack, smack, smack. I like the way it sounds and I put more muscle into it. Then I bring both hands down at the same time with some gusto, smack, smack, smack.

As I get more into it, the palms of my hands tingle even more. I yell at my hands as I turn them palms up and take another close look. Still nothing visible to the naked eye. I must be touching the music. Is that what music feels like? It doesn’t feel very good at all.

Peachy’s First Word

Since my twelve month checkup with my doctor, I have been very busy with the homework I was given. I’m a little bit behind learning my words and so, with the help on mommy and daddy, I have been practicing diligently. Every day I set aside some time for learning.

It’s hard work which can sometimes be confusing and frustrating. I often feel that I would rather play instead. Mommy and daddy try to make it fun and we keep our learning sessions short. They encourage me to succeed and they seem so happy when I make an effort. We’re in this together so I feel obligated to try at least a little.

My mouth doesn’t seem to work the way I want it to and I’m not sure what to do with my tongue. Mostly it seems to get in the way. I hear the sound but when I try to replicate it, even I can’t understand what I’m saying. Other times I get my mouth to move properly but no sound comes out at all.

Then there is the issue of understanding the words and using them to communicate. There are some words that I know the meaning of, but I have trouble saying them. Every morning at breakfast, mommy asks me if I want my milk. I love my milk and I look for it on the table as soon as I hear the word.

Once I find my milk, I get excited to drink it. Sometimes mommy tells me I have to say the word “milk” if I want mommy to give me my bottle. I can make the M sound with no problem, but after that it falls apart. It’s a hard word to say and it’s even harder to say it when I’m anxious for my milk.

I can say “mama” and “dada” as those are fairly easy words, but I’m not really sure when I should be saying them. I think they have something to do with mommy and daddy but when would I need to say that? Mommy and daddy know who they are. They don’t need me to tell them.

Baby girl sitting on a couch with a big smile

Here I am practicing

If I really think about it, there is only one word that I can say which I am sure I know the meaning of. I have been saying this word for months and in all that time I have been using it in the proper context. The correct time to say this word is when something falls on the ground. That word is “uh-oh”.

When I first learned the meaning of this word, about six months ago, I was much too little to actually say it. I used to hum the melody it makes when mommy says it. Mommy thought it was very clever of me, so I kept doing it every time I dropped something.

As I got bigger I began dropping things on purpose just so that I could make the sound because I knew mommy liked it. Maybe because I like dropping things too. It was a win-win discovery. I would drop something, hum “uh-oh” and then look for the object on the ground. Mommy always made sure to tell me how amazing I was being and I like hearing that.

About a month ago I began to carefully observe mommy’s mouth when she says “uh-oh”. Now I can say it too and not just hum it. I can make my mouth take the shape it needs to be to say the word properly and clearly.

Every time I say “uh-oh”, mommy looks at me and says it too. Then we say it back and forth several times. I like that game. It shows me that mommy understand and that makes me feel proud of my accomplishment.

Mommy says that “uh-oh” is my first word. I’m glad that it’s my first word because it’s my favourite word of all. It’s my favourite not only because I can say it and understand it, but also because it has a melody to it that’s almost like a little song. I have always been a very musical little peach.

That’s My Tree

Since about the middle of December, our living room has been adorned with a Christmas tree. It’s green and prickly and stands in the corner. The tree is decorated with lights, ribbon, and pretty things that twinkle and shine. It’s really quite beautiful.

The Christmas tree corner is right next to my play area. In fact, the only thing separating it from my space is a strategically placed foam yoga mat. It surrounds the tree and makes it impossible for me to reach the pretty objects on the other side.

There is a cord that runs underneath the yoga mat and continues on behind a cupboard. The cord has a large button on it. I realized weeks ago that pressing this button causes the lights on the tree to come on. Pressing that button has since been one of my favourite playtime activities.

A couple of days ago I overheard mommy and daddy talking about the tree. From what I understood, they plan to leave the tree on the curb for someone to come and take it away. There is apparently a specific day when people go around claiming trees. Why would we give our tree away? We only have the one.

Baby girl sitting on the floor

Are you talking about my tree?

Hearing this conversation has placed a great deal of urgency on my attempts to touch the tree and all its dangly ornaments. There is still the business of that yoga mat. I have been using most of my playtime to figure out a way around this obstacle. There is no time to waste.

I am too short to get over that yoga mat and there is no going around it as it is wedged behind a speaker on one side and a lamp on the other. I am a resourceful little peach and I discovered that if I hold on to the TV stand with one hand, I can use the other hand to lift the yoga mat out from behind the lamp. It is then possible to pull the mat until it falls forward leaving the tree exposed.

Unfortunately, it’s impossible to be inconspicuous about this procedure. Once the yoga mat is flat on the floor, I have to hurry to release the TV stand and get back to the ground. Then I crawl as fast as I can over the mat and straight at the tree. This is when I feel the inevitable set of hands under my arms as I am hoisted up and back to my play zone from where I watch the yoga mat be put back in place.

I am determined and not inclined to give up easily. I shake off the feeling of defeat and start over from the beginning. All I need is a bit more stealth and speed. I am sure that I can master this maneuver with some practice. I just hope that I can manage it before time runs out.

Waiting is the Hardest Part

I miss the summer. When the weather was nice mommy and I went outside to play. We went for walks around the neighbourhood and we had adventures in the backyard. Now we’re just cooped up inside for most of the time and it’s starting to get to me.

Sure, we still go outside. There are places we have to go and people we need to see. However, we don’t spend as much time actually enjoying the outdoors. It’s almost always too cold for enjoyment. Most of the time, I just want to get back indoors to where it’s more comfortable.

Mommy puts my jacket on over my warm clothes, and bundles me up in a blanket whenever we venture out. I appreciate the effort but it just isn’t enough. There are parts of me that can’t be bundled and the cold wind is such a shock on my bare skin. If that wasn’t bad enough, all that bundling helps against the cold but it makes me hot and uncomfortable once the car warms up.

In the summer, being outside was a nice change of pace. There isn’t much to see out there at this time of year. Now that Christmas is over, all the pretty decorations are disappearing. The snow was nice to look at in the beginning, but that’s not a novelty to me anymore. Where are all the other people? Where are all the big kids that used to play in the park?

Baby standing in a crib

Are we going out today?

Being cooped up indoors and battling the cold are just two of my issues with winter. Why is winter so dark? It seems like there is barely any daylight left. Where did the sun go? It’s a bit depressing. Mommy tells me that the days are getting longer now but I just don’t see it.

I can’t wait for summer to return. This summer will be even better than last year! I’ll be big enough to roll around in the grass and run around in the backyard. I can’t wait to practice my walking outdoors. Mommy says she will get my a Peachy sized pool and that sounds like so much fun.

Next summer I’ll even be able to go to the park and actually play instead of just watching from a bench. I’ve been looking forward to that ever since I learned it was a possibility. I’ll be one of the big kids! There is so much to look forward to but the wait is so long.

Mommy always says that I’m growing up so fast and that time seems to pass by too fast. When you’re little, time seems to go by so slowly. I can’t wait until I’m big so that the boring parts will go by fast and I can just get on with the good stuff.

The Fruitavore

I have always been a good eater. Since the day I started eating solid foods, I was hooked on the experience of eating. Lately I had a bit of a revelation. I have always known that I prefer some foods to others, but only recently it occurred to me that life would be better if I only ate my favourite foods. Why doesn’t everyone do that?

Mommy insists that I need to eat an assortment of different foods. I eat a little bit of yogurt at breakfast, just to make mommy happy. Maybe I’ll taste my grilled cheese sandwich to prove that I’m trying. At dinner I nibble on some vegetables and pick at my meat just so that I can say I’m making an effort.

When I grow up I want to be a fruitavore. All I really want to eat is fruit. Maybe I’ll throw in some oatmeal or Cheerios from time to time just for variety. Perhaps I might taste the occasional cookie or baby biscuit. Other than that, it’s just going to be fruit.

My favourite fruits are bananas, strawberries, blueberries, and pears. I also really like kiwi, peaches, apricots, and apples. There are many other fruits that I will eat too, but not raspberries. They’re pretty disgusting. I never liked them.

Baby girl sitting in a high chair

Can I have strawberries for breakfast today?

When I’m big enough to decide on my own menu, I’ll address the drink selection too. There will be no more water or juice, only milk for me. My plate will be loaded up with fruit and I’ll have a big bottle of milk to wash it down. That sounds yummy.

When I’m bigger I’ll be able to make my own food and then nobody will tell me what to eat. I’ll simply make whatever I want. I just have to be big enough to reach the plates and I’ll need to learn how to work the refrigerator. It doesn’t look that hard but I’m too small for the time being.

Mommy says I need to eat my meals to grow big. The irony is not lost on me. I have to eat all this different food so that I can stop eating all this different food. Confusing, isn’t it? I have been growing at a steady pace, so it seems that Mommy’s strategy works.

I can’t wait until I’m big enough to be in charge of my own meals. I’ll have apricot with strawberry for breakfast and pear with kiwi for lunch. My dinner will be a big plate of peach, apple, and kiwi, with a good helping of banana for desert. It’s going to be delicious. I’ll be the best fruitavore ever!

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Quiet Moments

I am a big girl now, but even big girls need the occasional snuggle. Everyone likes the warm and secure feeling of being wrapped up in the arms of someone who loves them. It’s soothing, comforting, and it feels so good to be the center of someone’s world for a little while.

Mommy and I have a daily routine which includes a good helping of snuggle time. We always snuggle first thing in the morning when I get out of bed, and there is always a good snuggle at night before bedtime. In the afternoon we snuggle before my nap, and we love to snuggle on the couch in the evenings at the end of our day.

There are also the little snuggles that are more spontaneous. Those times when mommy scoops me up in her arms for a quick hug and kiss. I reciprocate with my own snuggles during my free time when mommy leaves me to my own devices for playtime in the living room.

Baby leaning out of an infant swing

Is it time for snuggles?

Snuggles are great in every form. They can substitute for a hello or a goodnight. Snuggles can be a great comfort if I get hurt or scared. Sometimes they can lead to kisses, tickles, and giggles. Other times they can be calm and relaxing snuggles which seem to make the world stand still.

Those calm and relaxing snuggles are my favourite ones of all. In those moments everything else melts away and it’s just mommy and I. Those are our quiet moments when everything stops just for us. Quiet moments are filled with magic and bring about a sense of connection and unconditional love.

Quiet moments can’t be forced. They can only occur spontaneously of themselves. Even if you create the perfect atmosphere, a quiet moment might not be in the cards. They only happen when everything is just right, but that’s what makes them so special and precious.

Whenever a quiet moment occurs for mommy and I, we make the most of it for as long as we can. We look at each other and enjoy our snuggles to the fullest extent. Neither of us make a sound for fear that the spell will be broken. We simply enjoy each others company and savour the moment while it lasts. The quiet moments are the best.

The Shocking Truth About Mommy

Just before the holidays, I learned something about mommy which shocked me completely. Mommy used to have a job other than taking care of me! There was a time when mommy wasn’t even a mommy. Instead, she was a career woman working in an office. Can you believe it?

It’s hard for me to imagine mommy as anything other than my mommy. For as long as I have known her, she has been my mommy every minute of every day. Being my mommy is just who she is. I can’t picture my mommy going to work every morning and sitting behind a desk all day without the distraction that is me.

I learned this about mommy because shortly before the holidays, mommy was supposed to go back to work. This is a shocking concept. How can I be without mommy? The only time I am not with mommy is when I am sleeping. It’s been this way every day of my life. I need mommy.

The best option for our family would be to get an extension on mommy’s leave from work. Mommy asked for an additional six months. That’s a long time! I’m already such a big girl. I’ll practically be an adult by then. Unfortunately, the company mommy worked for did not agree to the extension.

This caused a good deal of turmoil in our home. Mommy was worried and she talked to daddy many times about possible options. This is how I came to know the details of mommy’s life before me. It was a shocking revelation and a time of worry and uncertainty. If mommy were to go back to work, who would take care of me?

Baby girl sitting on a couch independently

I can’t be alone!

Mommy is smart enough to realize that I need her, and maybe she needs me too. There is nobody we trust enough who can watch me every day while mommy works, and mommy says that I’m too little for daycare. I don’t know what daycare is but I do know that I don’t want it if it takes me away from mommy.

With daddy’s support, mommy decided that the best course of action would be to quit her job. I was very relieved to lean this but my relief was short-lived. Mommy says this doesn’t mean that things won’t change for us. She tells me that she still needs to find a way to earn money for the family and that will mean less time with me.

Mommy assures me that any new job she has will not take me away from home. She says that any new job will have to be on a part-time basis and flexible enough to allow daddy to be home with me while mommy is away. I like daddy and playtime with daddy is my favourite, but I have never been home alone with him.

Daddy does take care of me when mommy is busy, but mommy is never far away. This will be an adjustment for all three of us. I would prefer that nothing change, but if change has to happen, then I would rather stay with daddy than a stranger. Daddy knows how I like things and he knows my routine.

There is still uncertainty in my life but at least I still have mommy for the time being. Daddy has been getting more involved with my care so that we can have a smooth transition when the time comes. I must admit that I’ve been enjoying the extra attention. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Our family is at a junction point and change is looming on the horizon. We would all prefer to stay in our comfort zone and continue our lives as we have done for the past year, but sometimes change comes whether we want it or not. We are lucky to have the luxury of choosing the direction this change will take us. Some mommies don’t have any choice.

It’s not going to be easy. I know there will be difficult challenges for each of us, but we will get through them and we will adjust. Change is hard but it allows us to grow and that can be a good thing.

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