When my baby started to show me affection, I was on cloud nine. I had waited so long for him to return the love that I was giving him day in and day out (which I would continue to do for the rest of my life whether he ever returned the favor or not, of course).
Slobbery kisses and squeezes on the neck are absolutely priceless to me, and so is a huge smile of recognition when I walk into the room or a belly laugh at my silly antics. I lived for those displays of love from my sweet baby and would do just about anything to get them.
It's funny, though, that something like blowing a kiss can be a game and a display of affection at the same time, isn't it?
Much like playing Peekaboo, blowing kisses to my baby is that kind of repetitive process that I can do over and over, and elicits the same fun reaction from my baby. Bringing my hand to my lips invites anticipation of what's to come. Kissing my palm incites a giggle, and blowing the kiss off of my hand causes an all-out belly laugh. Three steps, three separate reactions, one fun game.
At the same time, I'm showing my baby that I love him by giving him all of my attention and, in a way, smothering him with kisses. When he learns to repeat the process back to me, by bringing his hand to his (usually open) mouth and blowing air back in my direction, I can make it fun for him by "catching" the kiss or pretending to be knocked over by it.
Games that we play with our babies aren't complicated. They don't have rules, or timelines, or scores. They just have two people, one objective, and a lot of laughter.
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