Floor Time

Finally, I have the courage to let Declan roam on the floor, with the consent of his grandma, of course. I risk him flattening his nose and “aborting” his “new born tooth” and let him come into contact with the cold hard floor for the very first time ever since he learn to “drag” himself around.

To me, confining his activity areas to just the beds and mattresses at home, ain’t doing him justice. He deserves a bigger space to stretch his limbs and exhaust his ever excess energy.





In order to lure him into motion, I place the “crawling ball” from Fisher-Price on the floor and let it roll around. I’m sure the busybody baby will not just let the “crawling ball” go just like that. He’ll definitely intervene its path. It works! He happily mops the floor for his grandma using his tummy, chasing after the toy.

After awhile, he got sick of chasing the toy and shifted his attention to the newspaper under the table and a snoopy coin bank at the base of the TV cupboard.

All this while, he did not try to smash his face onto the floor. Phew! Maybe babies are not so 不懂事 after all. After this attempt, there will be more floor time for him to exercise his muscles before it all turn into flab in years to come.