Stella and I ran to Garrison Park last night. And it was just one of the best nights ever. I put her in the swing and she laughed and laughed. She figured out a couple of times that if she shifts her weight she can make the swing go faster. She tried to watch the ground go by. She does this by leaning completely forward in the chair so her head is completely upside down. This freaks me out. As anyone who’s seen me with Stella, not a lot freaks me out. So that probably means this is ridiculously dangerous. I took the time out to stop her, lean her back in her chair and put her hands on the chains. She immediately took them off and threw her hands in the air, doing her best imitation of a teenage roller-coaster rider. I have created a daredevil.

Stella spent a lot of time watching a little girl who was being chased by her parents. They were playing tag I think, but in the way that very small children and dogs do. It’s all about the chase, not so much about the tag. I notified her that we would chase her like that the moment she is able to walk. Then she started holding up her hands. So I started slapping them as she came close to me. And I clapped as she went away. It was a rudimentary form of patty-cake. Ah, soon I will be teaching her how to swear without getting into trouble (…Miss Lucy went to heaven and the steamboat went to hell-o operator…) On the way home Do You Realize by the Flaming Lips came on my iPod. And I had to say that, yeah, that was pretty much a perfect memory. And as we floated through space on our side of the earth that was slowly rotating away from the sun, I pointed out that the streetlights were coming on.

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Comments

Travis (http://the-holmes.blogspot.com)

2007-03-30T04:30:18.000Z

I love that song.