CJ and I have a balcony. Awesome! It’s handy for hanging washing, killing plants, and (theoretically) getting sunshine. Now that Louisette is around and all “Gimme gimme Vitamin D” the balcony is more useful than ever. One small problem: it’s concrete, with several layers of paint that are all peeling away in deliciously toxic candy-coloured flakes.
Last weekend I turned any drowning hazards (saucers under pots) upside down, moved climbing hazards (pots again) away from the two-storey drop, braced the glass table against two walls for a teensy bit of stability, swept away as much dirt and peeled paint as possible, laid down comfy foam for lying/crawling/falling on, and organised our sandpit/paddle pool (the pool is usually empty and turned over as a lid).
Voila! An adorable, comfortable baby/toddler area that requires only a sane amount of supervision (rather than having to physically carry her at all times).
She enjoyed the new texture of the foam (my knees enjoyed it too), and had her first play in a sandpit.
It’ll be interesting to see how the foam copes with the outdoors (it’s designed for outdoor use, but probably not the extreme atmosphere of our South-facing balcony). It cost $60 altogether, so it’s worth the experiment of simply observing whether it needs replacing soon/immediately after the first lot of rain/never.
Louisette also played with shadows (cast on the wall) for the first time. We didn’t even bring out any toys, and we had a great time.
Louisette is four months old today, so I’ll be posting a month’s worth of photos tomorrow.