Scared of...

the foreigner.

On occasion little W will let me hold him, but usually he hides his face in the arm of whoever is holding him. His face starts to scrunch up in preparation to cry if I reach out for him. It's kind of cute actually.

One time he was running happily down the sidewalk, a few steps in front of his dad. When I turned the corner, his eyes got big, his smile dropped, and he turned 180 degrees to run towards dad. I keep telling myself someday he'll be my friend. His older brother came around eventually. :)

Traveling back blip:
Starfish Disappearing Act