There’s nothing nicer than maintaining friendships when you have babies of a similar age. When I fell pregnant at 38 with Baby R, I thought I’d miss out and be stuck forever feeling like the wise old woman at the baby groups. To my surprise it was quite the opposite, my 38 plus mummy friends were sprouting babies left, right and centre, lucky for me I was in great company.
And now we’re nearing 12 months of life with our little bundle of mischief, I thought it was high time he dipped his chubby little toes into the world of playdates. Being the youngest of the family, he gets away with being as amorous and cheeky as he likes. WE know he loves kisses and cuddles but to other babies, seeing him launch towards you, slobbery mouth open and nice, shiny white teeth glistening, can be quite a scary site. So I’m on a mission to socialize him and my first unsuspecting victim was my friend’s smilie little chap, Baby J.
Lucky Baby J is a chilled, happy little dude with a big sister and laid back mummy so our outing went without a hitch. Giving the kiddies free reign of the soft play at Pecorama ensured Baby J could make a quick get away if his new buddy wanted to show the love, and as Baby R’s still in his licking-everything-in-sight phase, he was just as happy getting his fill from all the play equipment. Although I suspect if Baby J’s big sister wasn’t so quick to distract his wandering hands, he’d have had a quick slobber.
Once we’d fed the little ones, it was time to head out into the fresh air. This was Baby R’s first walk in the park and he managed his waddling well, only stopping to hold on to his buggy for a short rest and resisting a taste of the rubber crumb floor.
Once he’d explored the park and licked a few more bits of play equipment (is it any wonder he’s on his 2nd tummy bug in 2 weeks!) we decided Baby R and Baby J needed some bro time, chilling on the swings.
With some finding the experience more relaxing than others….
Maybe it was the sunshine, maybe it was the excitement of being able to explore Pecorama on foot, either way, I’m hoping our future playdates go as well as this, and all children leave without a bite mark in sight.