He simply cannot get enough of his big brothers' attention. Thunder and Lightning appreciate his cute attempts to play-- dropping all the toys they hand him, purposefully, just to watch them bend down and pick them up, time and time again. Flash Flood also parrots the dynamic duo's squeals from across the house. Thunder and Lightning can let out a "Oooo-eeeeeh!" which is immediately followed by Flash Flood's imitation, "Ooo-eeeh!"
Hail, on the other hand, is not so impressed by Flash Flood, nor his attempts at play. I must confess, I've turned my head a time or two, when Flash Flood has crawled over to Hail, (watching cartoons in the living room floor, oblivious to his surroundings) and with both hands grabbed Hail by the hair and yanked away. Payback, baby! Flash Flood has definitely earned it. When it happens, Flash Flood squeals with delight as Hail screeches, "Moooommmmaaaaa! Git dat stinky baby off meeeeeee!" And I do.... eventually.
Flash Flood dreams of the day he can join his band of brothers in the back yard. This is quite often the scene in our house, as Flash Flood searches for his favorite role models, while banging on the window and calling to them, "Da-da-da-da-da-da! Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga! Oooohhh! Ga-ga-ga-ga!"
His persistence is rewarded, as the older members of The Storm take a break from making mud pies to feed their enemies, "Darf-Bader and da Stom Truppers" to visit with their sweet baby Ewok....
Very mixed emotions well up inside, as I witness such sweet scenes. The adoration and love between these silly boys is so precious... Which scares the crap out of me for the future. Start praying for me, please.