I am amazed at the difference a year can make in the lives of my little human beings. Sometimes even in mine (if I’m not in an omigosh this phase is dragging funk).
Last summer you may remember this post where my youngest was apprehensive (and bordering the indications for therapeutic intervention) of our little Tiki Man water toy.
365 days later and wa-la…he discovered the pure joy of Mr. Tiki:
Until….he discovered the raw power he held in his hands….
But grass killing is boRRRING!
And there was not a sibling in sight to “bond” with. Well, not a human sibling anyway. He did spot a sibling of sorts. And off he went.
And our fur child entered into some forced bonding time with the Tiki possessed being.
See, sometimes I am just too engrossed in my footage that I forget to intervene. Happens. all. the. time.
Eventually I came to my senses and called off the Tiki weapon wielding child. It was this intervention that brought the realization of my interactable human status into the equation. Before this, I was just a camera holding prop.
But no longer…
I believe you can even see the splatter on my lens with that one. After he was content with the status of my saturation he went on to the enivitable. In fact, being a boy, I was surprised that this was not the FIRST and possible ONLY activity he engaged in with Mr. Tiki.
Then in true boy fashion he turned proudly to face all of creation (who, after watching what happened to our Lab, screamed and hid in horror).
I can’t wait to see what happens next year. Or, maybe I can!