Play Time

On nights like tonight, when I'm up later than Dinka because of work or a relentless weblog deadline, I often get into bed and put my hand on her belly, just to get a little time with the baby. Amazingly, almost every time she wakes up and has a little kicking/playing session with me (the baby, that is, not my wife). She'll kick my hand a couple of times, I'll poke back in the same sequence. This goes on for up to ten minutes and I'm happy during every second of it. I usually come to bed with a heavy head full of the worries of the day and this just makes them all disappear. There's no thinking about the troubles to come or going to class to learn how to get her out of there, just a kind of joyful and carefree playing. Plus it's the closest thing we've got to our own private time to hang out, just me and her.

It is so nice (as if I had to say it).