Last summer, my parents acquired a large bottle of bubbles. They thought this might be a source of entertainment for the grandchildren when they came to visit. My two nieces enjoyed using the wand to make bubbles, but, as with many new objects, Philip was scared. Therefore, we decided to keep the battery-powered bubble-maker given to Philip by a friend of Peter’s in its packaging.
Last Saturday, Peter and I were looking for push pins to hang up something. This sent us into the attic, a hot, stuffy place we had been avoiding since we moved in. Due to mild temperatures, it was actually pleasant enough up there that morning to do some sorting. The whole family went upstairs including Philip for the first time. He was nervous as he climbed the stairs, but with Mommy guiding from behind and Daddy at the top to greet him, Philip made his way.
Once we were up there, Philip was quite thrilled to discover objects that he recognized: his red rocking chair stashed there so he can’t climb on it and his mobile. He began to play with both, but soon realized that Mommy & Daddy were playing with boxes. He came over to investigate each one.
We never did find the push pins, but we did sort through four boxes. And we found the still unopened package with the bubble wand. We took this downstairs and opened it in the afternoon. At first, Philip was more interested in the packaging. Then, he was a tiny bit scared by the whir of the motor and appearance of bubbles. Each time we reloaded the wand and pushed the button, he moved further away from us until he was soon on the opposite side of the living.
Gradually, though, he became braver and moved closer. He would scrunch his nose each time he heard the whirr, but he eventually was chasing bubbles with his buddy Roscoe. He even came over to guide my hand into the liquid so I would reload the wand faster.
I had stashed the bubbles on the kitchen counter, but he could spot them up there unless I pushed them behind the microwave. Last night, he kept going into the kitchen to peer expectantly up at the counter. I decided to get the bubbles out. This time, there was no fear. He laughed and played with the bubbles until the reservoir ran. Of course, then he cried when I put them away.