When Personality Types Emerge

Like so many mommas with their babies, John and I have our own little routine. Of course, it can vary day to day, but we fit our necessities in each day. One of those necessities, especially since it's summer, is a trip to the playground. John is now at that fun age where he can toddle around on his own, exploring every nook and cranny he can reach. We live directly across the street from the park, so its an easy walk to it. 

Well a few days ago, John and I made our way over to the playground a little later than we normally do. Sleep has been evading our household lately (thanks teeth!). I noticed another stroller parked at "our" end of the playground, and I was honestly just not in the mood to socialize. So John and I headed to the opposite side of the playground. We climbed up the stairs of the jungle gym, and John began to explore his surroundings. 

Suddenly, a pink and blonde blur darted towards us. A polka dotted bow and watermelon romper waddled her way up towards us. Her mom shyly followed, saying her apologies. 

"She is just obsessed with babies, anytime she sees one she has to go say hi," she almost groaned. Maybe this momma wasn't in the mood to socialize either ^_^ I laughed and welcomed her and the little girl up. The girl was just a tiny bit bigger than John, and had a sunny disposition. She got about 1 inch from John's face, and said, "HI HI HIIIIII!" I just had to laugh, "well don't you just have a little extrovert!" As I said this, John pancakes himself to my body and curled his fists around my shirt...and started shaking his head "no". Well...looks like I have quite the little introvert! 

The little watermelon girl, then ran to her momma, and started dragging her up the stairs, babbling something sweet. Her mom threw her head back, "I do not need to see them!!" I asked her "oh boy, what does she want to show you?" The mom turned a deep shade of red (we've all been there!), and quietly said "his toes". And sure enough, a little pink body then slammed tummy down onto the ground, put her face directly John's feet, pointed a chubby finger, and said "TOE!" 

I think I see a lot of pedicures in this girl's future ;) 

John curled his feet up and tucked then securely under him. Eyebrows scrunched, he looked at me. Momma...what is this? I don't know, bubby, you just gotta roll with it. If your future wife is anything like me (hi Dr. Pimple Popper fans?), your gonna be poked and prodded like this for most of your adult life!! Get used to it now!

The little girl then proceeded to gently tug on John's arm and say "go" as she tried to guide him up towards the big big big slide. 

Go go go!

John just shook his head no no no! 

I could see he was getting overwhelmed, so I gracefully bowed out and thanked them for a nice playtime. John huffed as we walked away, as if to say, I don't know what that was...but I don't want to do it again.

For now, I'll enjoy the fact that his comfort is me. I'll enjoy him clinging so tightly to my chest and arms whenever any stranger approaches, because I know it won't last. But I sure will enjoy someday telling him the story of the extroverted watermelon blondie who loved his toes.