August 10, 2012 by mamacravings
The morning had been fairly quiet. Well, there was that one episode of a couple of ounces of yogurt sitting on the couch. Eli had decided he didn’t like his highchair…or any of his eating utensils. I found him licking the yogurt from the couch. But comparatively, the morning had been quiet.
I folded laundry and Eli played race cars in his room.
Then I heard, “Maaaaammmmaaaaa!!!”
“Where are you?”
“‘Tome here to Eli’s room.”
I walked into his room. The light was off. He was no where to be found. I called out for him.
He sighed. I’m sure he was exasperated at how slowly I caught on to the game.The door to the armoire opened. Eli sat with a blanket over his head. I dare say it’s difficult to take some seriously with a fleece ducky blanket over their head.
“Mama. You’s coun’kin’ to 10. ‘Den you’s find me Eli. Wremembers?”
“Yes, I’m familiar with it. I’ll count.”
The armoire opened again. Baby fingers poked through the door and waved me to the other room.
I went through the routine of counting and poking about the room calling his name in efforts to “find” him.
As I swung the doors to the armoire open, he giggled and crouched even lower into his blanket.
“You’s not gonna find me!,” he squealed.
Much to Eli’s surprise I did find him. He jumped into my arms and kissed my nose, “You’s a good finder, my Mama. I likes to p’way to Mama. Coun’kin some more, p’wease?”
I must say: I’ve played a lot of hide-and-seek in my years, but this has been the best one yet.