Owen has a baby best friend, Ezra. Ezra is 8 weeks older than him, but they're about the same size, and they're developmentally pretty close to each other, so they have play dates. Cute, giddy, adorable play dates.
They adore each other. They squeal as soon as Ezra walks in the door. Owen wiggles and jiggles all over, he practically trips over his own feet (ok, he DOES trip over his own feet) crawling at light speed to get to Ezra, and Ezra breaks out in a big grin and waves his little arms. It is obvious how happy they are.
The funny thing is, they're total opposites.
Ezra will sit in one spot for 20 minutes, totally absorbed with one toy, quietly inspecting it and turning it over in his hands. He will smile a few times, but is kind of serious and intense. He doesn't make much noise; he's a very quiet and calm baby boy. When his mommy feeds him, he sits still and opens his mouth like a little bird, and doesn't squish it into his eyelashes or on top of his head.
Owen, while Ezra is sitting peacefully and engaged, is doing laps around him at the speed of sound. He plays with 12 different toys in 4 minutes, screeches and babbles incessantly, grinning and showing his toofs. He gets excited, he gets mad, he gets bonked on the head and cries. And we all know what happens when I feed him...chaos.
But they love playing together. They love just being on the same floor of the same room together. They have some utterly endearing connection that transcends their obvious differences. It's the sweetest thing I have ever seen.
a teeny blurb about me
- another clueless mom
- I am a 32 year old first time mom who is continually shocked at how much those baby books and doulas and midwives don't tell you about having and raising kids...let me tell you, it's a lot!
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