Water

When it rains, one splashes in the puddles it makes on the sidewalks. The other avoids these pools of water like they are acid and will burn.

One loves taking baths and runs to the tub when we mention the word. The other has to be forced to bathe.

One loves oceans, lakes and pools. The other dips a limb in testing the waters and chickening out before the cool water can envelope her.


One is Austen. The other is Adler.
Austen has always liked the water. Adler has not.

But, so far this summer, Austen's love for water seems to have grown.

Yesterday morning at breakfast, he matter of factly states, "I want to go to the beach!"

Tom and I could barely contain our laughter as we said in unison, "So do we but we have to go to work and you have to go to school!"

And, the other day, on the way home from school, he blurts out "I want to go to the pool with grandma!" (She must take him to the pool now, I hope she knows, since she's been promising him this).

We have to be careful when we mention bath time because Austen runs to the tub and starts the water and begins taking off his clothes. We have to keep a close eye on him as he grabs his stool and tries to climb into the tub by himself. Forget playing in his room, this kid wants to have his play time in the tub.

Austen's love for water carries over to his day at school where they feed his water habit with outings to the local spray park. Check out my little guy just before he runs into the sprays!