sunday night musing

I should be getting ready for the week, but there's nothing quite like putting it off. it's been storming for about two-ish hours, the rain on the roof is delightful. our plants are actually smiling and sighing with relief at this bounty showering upon them.

I've decided that while everyone thinks RM is the wild-man, and the Bug is famous for her Buggling, i really should note some pretty cute differences between them recently. it's hard to believe -again- her birthday is ten days away. And he'll be THREE in September.

HER:

Today at church I had Junie in the 'cry room' due to a very unfortunately diaper rash. When a friend came in with her one year old, Junie decided to bait him. She'd crawl around an ottoman and just shriek, giggle, and flash her eyes at him. Then she'd dart back the other way and repeat the same flirtatious game. This went on for what seemed like ten minutes while Jack just shyly grinned at her curiously, while clutching his momma's skirt.

At the pool this evening, she constantly tried to leap out of my arms into the water. She lurches forward as fast as she can, and submerges just enough of her face to startle herself. Laughs, wipes her eyes, and does it again. She's crazy.

When we run with the P&T stroller, she clutches the back of RM's seat, or leans out the side, and lets the wind blow through her hair, and shrieks for joy. It's as though the adrenaline rush is her favorite part of life.

HIM:

Today at church, RM asked no less than ten people what their name was. What they were doing. Why they were doing that. He'd tell them his name is Red Gibbs and I don't think he thinks any more information about himself is generally their business. His business is everyone else's business. He is the most communicative person in his class, which the teacher says is pretty helpful.

At the pool, RM played all over the deck, in the grass, around the picnic table, and monopolized the corn-hole tournament. Getting in the pool was not of interest to him. Fishing with a rope extended into the pool, yes. Never a SLOW or dull moment, but still: Captain Caution.

When we run with the P&T stroller... he asks us why we're doing that. where we are going. And then he tells us to slow down.

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So what do you think. Who's the wild child? :)