But I wasn't prepared for this... One day, just before he was four months old, I peeked in on him and found him smiling back at me while playing with one of his favorite blankets.
I started to talk to him, as he slowly moved the blanket up, up, up... Until it just barely reached his eyes. Then he pushed it back down a bit and waited expectantly.
"Peek-a-boo?" My question was answered with a giggle. He kicked around for a bit in his playful way, and I figured it was a fluke and that he hadn't purposefully played peek-a-boo with me. But then, he started to do it again. And again. And again.
I had so much fun waiting for him to lower the blanket so I could say peek-a-boo over and over. But the best part?
His laughs!




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