Wind

After I get Declan up this morning I tell him to come sit with me so he can have some milk and get dressed.

He prefers to run and leap at me.

So he starts by walking away, turning around and then with one hand yanks up his pj pants before running and throwing himself at me. He's got skills.

When we stepped outside I learned how Declan dislikes the wind. Normally he looks in the garden, comments on the squirrel ornament and then when I yell "ready" he runs at me to be picked up. Today he stood by the front door and when I yelled "ready" he ran with a look of fear right to me. He told me he didn't get to see the garden or the squirrel but he couldn't because he was "scared of the wind." 

I think he got it from me.