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When Amelia was a newborn, playtime was gentle. Quiet. Almost sacred. It looked like singing nursery rhymes, reading board books in soft voices, tummy time on a neatly folded blanket. Everything felt slow and intentional. I remember marvelling at how something as simple as a black and white card could completely hold her attention. FastContinue reading “Playtime Then and Now: From Nursery Rhymes to Total Mayhem (and Why Tidy-Up Time Matters)”