Our youngest is in the process of learning how to walk, but so far is making more process in learning how to climb. We have a set of stairs leading to our upstairs area that he's especially interested in. He's become fairly good at clambering to the top, and making process in learning to slide back down.
Last night during our Family Home Evening we were all playing balloon volleyball when he decided to mount another expedition. Unfortunately the excitement below must have distracted him and he tumbled over backward down the stairs. Terhi saw more of it--I only saw him rolling down the last two.
Terhi immediately scooped him up to comfort and examine him, and Emma stepped in to hold him, too. Still somewhat panicked, Terhi snapped at Emma to get back. Pretty soon Emma was in tears--and Richard was fine. He bounces back quicker than just about anyone in our house.
Emma, on the other hand, took quite awhile to calm down. We thought perhaps Terhi had hurt her feelings in telling her to stay back, but the image of Richard tumbling down the stairs really scared her. Richard was playing and giggling with a balloon, and she was still a basket case.
That's just how she is. Later that night she knocked on her door to tell me that she'd been thinking about "The Piglet Movie" and was sad over the part where Piglet's journal gets stuck on a branch log over a waterfall. As I recall, that movie traumatized her the first few times she saw it (she insisted on seeing it again, mind you, we didn't force it on her).
I suspect there were some other motivations behind her nocturnal ruminations of sadness, but it was there nonetheless. I just can't wait for her to become a teenager. Does salt water harm laminate flooring? I'm anticipating buckets of tears.
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