Rhys is a Pisces, and let me tell you, this boy loves water. Yes, many babies love baths, splashing around, playing in the tub, but it’s more than that with Rhys. Yes, he is crazy about bath time. That’s a given. This boy loves to drink water. I’ll ask, “Do you want some water?”, and he squeals and kicks his legs, bouncing as the cup moves to his mouth. He sips, then breaks to give a little laugh. He’s entertained by the running faucet. I’ll hold him on my hip while I rinse a dish, and boom! Same bouncy, squeaky reaction. If he’s in the bathroom with me, he darts his head around in search of the source of the watery sound. (Crass. I apologize.) The sound of the toilet flushing sends him into a joyous frenzy.
Yesterday, we were at the Grove. Taking a break from shopping, we sat on a little fountain near the Farmer’s Market. Rhys tried to launch himself out of my arms, leaning with all his might toward the water. I uprighted him, telling him that it was a fountain, and that he couldn’t get in. He replied with little baby grunts. I told him, “Its a fountain; it’s for looking at. You can’t swim in it.” He didn’t care. Finally, I realized that sitting there was more torturous than relaxing for the both of us. Back to shopping we went.
Today, we were at the Americana for the weekly mom movie. Afterwards, we sat in front of the fountain, watching the water show. Rhys was more than entertained, squealing in delight while the waterworks danced before him.