We've been quite busy here at the Walter house lately. Three weeks ago, I started watching a friend's little boy during the weekdays. Henry is nine months old, and he's a sugar pie. I love that Greta has the opportunity to interact with another little person, someone other than mama and Payton the dog.
Greta seems to like Henry. Especially if he has something she wants. Like a toy she used to play with when she was four months-old and hasn't had interest in for MONTHS. It's now her favorite thing. BECAUSE HE WAS PLAYING WITH IT.
And the girl who rarely ever took a binky? Well, she's now developed a new-found affinity for them. She likes to slyly befriend the unknowing, innocent boy. She gets real close to him, bats her eyelashes and then goes in for the kill: quickly snatching his binky outta his little mouth and promptly plucking it right into her own like it was hers to begin with.
But she likes to give it back to him, too. SOMETIMES. Thank God, the little guy is such a trooper and just rolls with the punches. He has quickly learned to play her game right back, and when they're sitting side-by-side in the double stroller, he'll snatch her sippy cup and snacks like it's the last food on earth. (The boy is an EATER!)