Baby Book - Phase Two
Chapter Twenty-five - Rolling
Late September, 2271
Grayson was on the floor in the playroom, entertaining Amanda. She was on the floor cloth, laying on her back. Grayson crawled around her, first on one side and then the other. As he moved, she turned her face, trying to keep track of him. He stopped, almost behind her head. She turned first to one side, and then to the other, but could not see him. He giggled. She stopped, hearing him. And then she turned, completely over onto her side, looking for him. She hovered a moment, and then overbalanced, rolling on over to her stomach. She lifted her head and saw him before her and laughed and waved her arms at him. He got down on his stomach, laughing with her. And then he rolled over and over across the floor, just full of energy. Amanda watched him, her arms slowing in their movements. He rolled over again, coming back to her. And then he went on, past her, rolling again.
He sat up, out of breath, and saw Amanda, concentrating, roll over again. Now she was on her back. She turned her head and saw him, and gathered herself up and rolled again, back onto her tummy. Grayson clapped his hands over his mouth, giggling. Amanda wiggled and squirmed, laughing.
Grayson laid down flat again and rolled some more. When he stopped and looked back, here came Amanda, rolling toward him. She would go half way, teeter a moment, and then flop over the rest of the way. Then she would wiggle and giggle before doing it again.
Mama poked her head around the corner to see what was going on and stopped, standing there, watching. "Spock, come see."
Baba's head appeared in the doorway beside hers, his hand on her shoulder.
Grayson rolled again, back the way he had come. Amanda stopped and looked at him, then giggling, she rolled away from him. Back and forth they rolled, both giggling.
"I do not believe that I shall join their game this time."
Mama giggled, too, and patted Baba on the chest. "No, I don't think so. I think this is one they can play by themselves."