We spent time with extended family this weekend which included a baby 2 months younger than Samalamadingdong. Now, I know all kids develop at their own pace, but damn. While Sam just recently decided to join the land of the walking, the other baby is walking, running, and jumping. And while Sam was shy and kinda crotchety the entire afternoon, the other baby was laying the charm on thick. We will be referring to the other baby as "Smart Baby" from here on out.
Smart Baby tried to play with Sam, but Sam just scowled at him and made it seem as though he has never seen a ball before nor would he have any idea what to do with one. Smart Baby smiled and cooed and responded to people. Sam hid his face in my leg or shoulder when he wasn't squawking at me for more grapes.
At one point Sam decided he was annoyed with me and went into what I can only describe as a downward-facing dog position, but with his forehead on the floor. He then put his hands out only to lift his head slightly off the floor so he could slowly and methodically bang his head on the floor. He eventually stopped, and looked at me like it was my fault while rubbing his little blond locks.
The confusion of this whole scene must have worked up quite the thirst for Smart Baby. He stood there watching the spectacle, paused for a hot second once it was over, and looked up at his mom and said, "¿Agua?"
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