Baby has taken to drinking out of puddles. And the dog bowl. He gets right down on all fours and drinks. Sometimes he just bends over at the waist and drinks. I feel like this is a skill he’ll be sorry to lose when he gets older and his body can no longer perfectly bend in two. I offer him a cup, he shakes his head “no” and points to the dog bowl. Yesterday the dog stood beside him and just looked at him. I wanted to offer my apologies to the dog but it seemed empty. I mean, it is what it is.
Puddles are more confusing to me because frankly, they are nasty. It’s a puddle. It’s muddy. So intrigued by his brother’s need to drink outdoor water, his older brother Nate got down on all fours the other day during our flood and took a sip. The muddy water flew back out of his mouth just about as fast as it went into his mouth. “WHAT THE???”
Baby just looked at him with his best “I can’t help it if you don’t like muddy water, Dude.” He didn’t say these words because he’s two and he doesn’t speak. But somehow we all knew that’s what he was thinking.