We've thought for a long time that #2 was a dog in a former life. At first sight of a four-legged friend he goes bananas. He can spot a DOG-GEE a mile away and is the happiest little mini one could imagine. Love for the animals has continued to cats - he chased our neighbors cat for 45 minutes on Saturday afternoon ... up the alley, down the alley, repeat - and now he's on to birds.
Sunday evening while eating his dinner he continued to squeal from his seat at the head of the table. I thought it was sheer delight over his plate of vegetables (post for another day on our budding vegetarian). "Momma, ur-dee, ehhhhs!" Huh? Over and over again. "Momma, ur-dee, ehhhhs!" Finally after about the 10th time he started pointing out the front window. I crouched down to his height and looked forward through the dining room - through the living room - and sure enough, out the front window of our house there was a pair of Mourning Doves - Momma sitting on her nest of eggs and Daddy keeping a close watch. #2 was watching the whole thing and continues to creep up to the window and take a peek every now and then when he remembers they are there. The 2talk is still evolving, but there is nothing wrong with this kid's comprehension of the ways of life and world. I haven't yet taught him about Momma birds sitting on their eggs ... "Momma, ur-dee, ehhhhs!" (Momma, birdie, eggs!)
Update: Maybe he was a bird and not a dog. I spent 10 minutes with both of the boys talking about caterpillars (they are everywhere on our back patio). #1 would gently pick them up, pet them, take them one by one from the patio to a tree or bush where they would "be safe." #2 listens to the entire thing, very captivated by #1s ritual. Then as we were coming in the house there is a caterpillar right in front of the back door. I step over it ... #1 steps over it ... #2 STOMPS ON IT like he needed it good and dead for dinner! One less butterfly in our backyard this year. :(
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