Activity Review: Bubble Time

Aren't they beautiful?!

I'm about to share an experience with you, dear reader, that can only be described as magical.  When you are finished reading this entry, you must immediately go to your nearest bubble store to buy bubble water, and then head to your front porch to blow as many bubbles as you possibly can.

Now that it is no longer colder than a refrigerated jar of purée outside, Mamamamama and I have made it part of our routine to sit out on the front porch in the late afternoon.  We read some books, play with some toys, try to put leaves into our mouths when the other person isn't looking (no?  just me?), and watch with awe as bubbles float around us, courtesy of Mamamamama and a bottle of bubble water.

Bubbles are quite possibly the most beautiful and frustrating things on earth.  Beautiful because they fly and are full of swirly rainbows and are the most perfect circles.  Frustrating because they either fly too high to grab, or they vanish as soon as they feel threatened (which is basically ALWAYS, much like our cats).  Sometimes Mamamamama will catch one on her magic bubble wand and bring it to me, but bubbles submit to no one, not even Mamamamama, and they disappear the second I reach out to grab them.  The element of surprise is no match for a bubble's magic. 

Bubble Time is truly one of my favourite times of day.  Especially because a few days ago I made Mamamamama so proud she cried a little when I repeated her question "more bubbles?!" back to her (granted it sounded more like "ma baba", but I'm new to this whole "words" scene).  Now I let her know whenever I'm ready for more bubbles by telling her "ma baba" while clapping my hands.

I'm gonna have to look into this talking thing a little more closely, because it seems like a highly effective way to let Mamamamama and Dadada know exactly what I want...

Bottom line:  WHEEE!!!  Ma baba!!!!  Ma baba!!!!