The girl who does not walk yet has three pairs of shoes already. This does not include the socks that are made to look like shoes or she would be more like Imelda Marcos. The other day I got home and found two pair hanging out in the living room. I thought it was funny as we all seem to at one point or another leave our shoes in the living room. I asked Belinda to go and put them next to mine.
The shoes on the far right are my fiver finger shoes. Why they are called five finger shoes when they go on your feet I don't know. But they are the best thing for people who enjoy walking around bare foot. Lucky for Belinda, they don't come in children's sizes, yet, or Stellita would have a pair.
Which brings me to our most recent developments. Stella is trying desperately to crawl, but cant seem to get it going. She instead finds whatever is around her and tries to stand herself up. I might have created a monster by always holding her up and having her pretend to walk. You grab her by the arms and she starts to put one foot in front of the other as though she is walking. Her form is comparable to someone who is highly intoxicated (also known as "boom wasted" - ask me about that after you turn 21 Stella), but you can see her working at getting to where she wants to go.
They say some kids skip crawling, but I am hoping she wont. Can you see that conversation in the future:
"Alright kids, this is an important lesson on driving a car. Learning to work the breaks and turn signal before we go onto the road is like learning to crawl before you learn to walk."
Stella raises her hand, "Um, so, what if some of us happened to skip the whole crawling thing and went straight to walking?"
"Stella, it is important to learn the fundamentals."
"I'm just saying, I skipped the whole crawling thing and went right to walking, so I don't understand why I can't just skip this lesson and go straight to driving on the road."
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
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1 comments:
it's "boo!m waaaaasted!"
thanks,
tio cg
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