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Before having Stella I actually spent relatively little time with babies and young children. To be totally honest I think I didn't really like kids all that much prior to August 2005 when my eyes were opened to their greatness. And then I became one of those women who was magnetically drawn to all children and babies. However, my lack of prior experience with the species means that I have nothing to compare my own little girl to. Thus, I am able to think, without a doubt, that my daughter is advanced, unique and, well frankly, possibly the Messiah.
But seriously...Whether this is unusual or typical, I think it is super cool:
The other day Stella and I were walking home from our neighborhood coffee place (where she actually sat in a chair across from me rather than on my lap as she usually does). On the way, there is a relatively steep slope that leads to a small private garage. When we walked past it, Stella wanted to go down the slope even though I warned her that it was pretty steep. She was determined to do it, though, so I held her hand and we walked down together. When we got to the bottom she said "gen" (translation: again) and we walked up the few steps to the street. This time she wanted to go by herself without my help. She started down the slope but as it grew steeper, she gained too much momentum and took a pretty hard tumble. While she wasn't seriously hurt, I'm sure it was at least a slightly painful on her little palms which took the brunt of the fall. I picked her up explaining what had happened and started to walk away with her in my arms. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, and pleaded "gen. gen." Could it be that she wanted to go back and do it again? Do it better? Do it without falling? That she wanted to give this daring, death-defying feat another try? I wasn't certain so asked her "Do you want to go back and do it again?" and she practically shouted "YEAH!" So of course, we returned and she went down that slope successfully about 17 times. I love that falling, hurting herself even, doesn't deter Stella. If anything, it strengthens her resolve to conquer whatever stunt she is attempting.
But seriously...Whether this is unusual or typical, I think it is super cool:
The other day Stella and I were walking home from our neighborhood coffee place (where she actually sat in a chair across from me rather than on my lap as she usually does). On the way, there is a relatively steep slope that leads to a small private garage. When we walked past it, Stella wanted to go down the slope even though I warned her that it was pretty steep. She was determined to do it, though, so I held her hand and we walked down together. When we got to the bottom she said "gen" (translation: again) and we walked up the few steps to the street. This time she wanted to go by herself without my help. She started down the slope but as it grew steeper, she gained too much momentum and took a pretty hard tumble. While she wasn't seriously hurt, I'm sure it was at least a slightly painful on her little palms which took the brunt of the fall. I picked her up explaining what had happened and started to walk away with her in my arms. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, and pleaded "gen. gen." Could it be that she wanted to go back and do it again? Do it better? Do it without falling? That she wanted to give this daring, death-defying feat another try? I wasn't certain so asked her "Do you want to go back and do it again?" and she practically shouted "YEAH!" So of course, we returned and she went down that slope successfully about 17 times. I love that falling, hurting herself even, doesn't deter Stella. If anything, it strengthens her resolve to conquer whatever stunt she is attempting.
posted by Carolyn, David & Stella at 1/17/2007 08:02:00 PM
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Darling Stella,
I had a fabulous time with you in the park on Sunday---when we came home from Jill and J's wedding. Good thing it was so cold or maybe you would not have been so willing to leave the park after an hour. You LOVED going up the stairs and down the big slide, on my lap, and you seemed to realize that I got pretty tired after about five times. We laughed a lot; I adore your smile and your twinkly eyes.
You make me and Grandpa happy when you telephone us, PaPaul and Hane, because we delight in the sound of your soft voice, anytime.
Kisses to our little angel,
Grandma Helaine
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