Toys aren’t really meaningful to Benji yet, but he does love looking at edges. Yesterday we put up the most edge-ful quilt he could hope for: the road quilt Deborah made for him.
This was truly a family effort: Deborah made it. Mom and Dad supplied the quilt hanger. Gary did the hard part of hanging, measuring and drilling the screw holes. I finished putting the quilt in the hanger and putting it on the wall.
Mom brought Benji in and his eyes immediately locked onto this new image. He gazed, mesmerized. He reached to touch it. After a bit, he started babbling at it, smiling and putting his hands together by his mouth in delight.
My mom pointed out various features: the church, the library, the fire station… But nothing could rival those dark, black roads that made such fascinating edges.
Quite possibly this was the single most exciting thing ever to happen in Benji’s life.
Since then, I have been able to leave him happily staring and babbling away in his crib for surprisingly long stretches. I made my lunch, ate it, washed dishes, finished making soup…and he put himself quietly and happily to sleep, still quilt-gazing.
I know using TV to babysit a kid is bad, but what about a quilt?