Today I have a hoarse voice, courtesy of 30 minutes spent impersonating Cookie Monster this morning. Naomi loves Cookie Monster buckets more than any other Sesame Street character. She's not that fond of Elmo, I'm glad to say. I could really do without Elmo altogether. But try finding a DVD full of all Cookie Monster, all the time. Doesn't exist. So when she gets a bee in her bonnet about watching Cookie Monster I have to put a Sesame Street show on from On Demand and FF through everything to find the letter of the day segment that Cookie Monster does. Or I just have to say no and endure the ensuing thunderstorm.
I know this isn't what I"m "supposed" to do, but I usually only play with Naomi long enough to get her involved in something, and then I sneak off to do something I want to do. I read the book "Playful Parenting" and I felt either horribly guilty for not giving Naomi the gift of my interactive educational play, or wildly ouraged that mothers are expected to play dumb games with toddlers all day long and enjoy every minute. I swung between these two emotions until I realized that Naomi is learning to play on her own without my interaction/interference, and maybe this is better for her in the long run. I'm sure she would learn her numbers and letters faster if I sat down and played games in order to teach her. But that would put me out of my mind. I need to do things that are not baby related, I need to write, I need to knit, I need to stare into space. She's learned her letters and numbers anyway. She can say the ABC's and count to 20. I'm not really sure how it happened.
This morning, even though the result was a sore throat for me, was the best kind of playing. It was a game with a cookie monster and a book that we made up as we went along and there was no objective or goal. We were sponateously playing because it was fun. No other reason.