After a long night of nonstop rain and thunder and lightening, Stella was up at 7:30, and the little bear boy slept until a whopping late time of 8:30. He immediately let me know that he'd heard all the thunder, saw lots of bright lightening, and covered his face with Puppy's comforting furry body when he felt a little scared. But not too scared, he clarified.
Our backyard was a massive puddle, but I decided wet pajamas would be the lesser of the trouble to deal with, so I let them out to happily stomp about in the lake of a yard. Sopping wet, but emotionally composed after a good morning run around, they more than willing to jump into the baby jogger and head out for an already steamy run to the park. I actually had a rare moment of good noodle forethought and brought a towel with me to dry off some of the more soaked play structures.
On the way back home (a very leisurely way back home with both of them let loose from the stroller--what should take two minutes to run, took twenty minutes to walk) we met a lady walking the 'hood who is due with her second baby in two weeks. It was a friendly, but brief encounter.
Apparently, the encounter meant quite a bit to Heath. Throughout the rest of the day he talked about the lady with that baby in her belly. Why's she got that baby in her belly? Why can't she keep it there? What's she going to do with that baby?
At dinner, he grabbed one of Stella's baby dolls and insisted on feeding the baby. The baby likes salad. And milk. From a sippy cup. And from Heath's chest. He put the baby in the jogger and wanted to take the baby for a run. We decided an after dinner walk would be nice, but the baby could go in Stella's pink play stroller.
Most of the walk, Stella didn't mind Heath adopting both the stroller and the baby as his. And when we were nearly home, Heath seemed to lose steam and interest in caring for the baby, so he let the stroller go. Stella grabbed the baby out of the stroller, gave it multiple kisses on the face, then proceeded to put the baby back in the stroller, stopping occasionally to make sure the baby was okay.
'kay? she'd ask, rubbing the baby's head, then moving on with her stroll time.
When we got back to the house, Heath's interest in the baby was re-peaked, and this time, Stella was in no mood to share. Rather than take turns, or care for the baby together, Stella chucked the doll over the side of the deck, then Heath peed over the side of the deck, onto the baby.
Not sure where to go from there, I decided it was time to shuffle the two inside for much-needed baths. As I type this I am wondering if I remembered to bring baby doll back inside. I have a feeling I left poor baby outside, in a puddle of Heath pee-pee.
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