And This Is How We Play

Mr Lion Rattlesworth

We have had some success with the clacking fish. Mommy spun a somewhat long and involved story (possibly Tom and Jerry inspired) about how the blue fish was swimming around in the ocean and then decided to hitch a ride on a bait and line to a wok where there was some delicious curry. The pink fish by unspecified means found a jar of mayo and jumped in and out of it, then took a salt n pepper shower and finally lay itself down between two slices of bread. After about twenty minutes of this, Baby D abandoned other pursuits and began looking at the fish with new eyes. Eventually when        Mommy D got him  to grip the rattle, he lifted it right up in the air much in the manner of a weight lifter and waved it around for good measure. Baby D is rather pleased when you clap and let him know that he's a very smart baby and is doing "very good"  and he loves to show off.  So the rattle waving went on for all of ten minutes and we were able to pronounce it a wild success!

Mr. Spots, on the other hand is stalking around in the jungle looking for new background stories.


Currently Baby D knows that Mr Spots makes the trip from the jungle each morning especially to say "hello" to him. Whilst in the jungle, he walks to the pond each morning, to have his drink, and his breakfast is plucked off the trees where he also says "hello" to the birds. Sometimes him and Mr Rattlesworth hang out together, but there we are stumped. Baby D is looking puzzled with each passing day wondering if that's all he ever does. So any ideas very much appreciated.

There was a rather awkward moment last night when Baby D was being walked around so he could fall asleep and he espied Mr Spots sitting in a chair. He turned to me immediately with a question - "If he still isn't in bed in the jungle, then are you sure I should be?" I had to cover Mr Spots in a big hurry with a jacket and assure Baby D that for tonight he was going to sleep here. But he was definitely asleep.

Oh and sadly, Mr Rattlesworth isn't keeping too well. He's been singing more and more feebly for the past couple of days enough for Baby D to notice. It's his batteries, one of those silver disk like things. Until Daddy D can find some new ones, Mr Rattlesworth would need to go hibernate deep in the jungle.