Just so you know, we saw Scarlett climb up a flight of very tall stair steps and we all kind of just stared, mouths open, stunned; it had the same effect on us as seeing a dog suddenly get up on its rear legs and talk.
Sept 30, 2008 6:09 PM
For the past few months, multiple members of the family have noticed the startlingly similar appearance of Kirsten and Scarlett., They both seem to be developing at prodigious rates that just leave their sibling in the dust. Dad said, “They both have legs that could support elephants.” We are pretty sure this was meant as a compliment but you won’t hear me saying that to anybody over age two.
So the questions becomes is this the “Arnaez” look, and can we say that their speed of development is due to some “Arnaez” gene? Or is it that they are females and Arnaez. There is something very interesting going on in these two. There are a couple of pictures of them both staring directly into the camera and an expression that could be read as “Really? Youse taking my picture?” — It’s a wiseguy look, coming from these baby girls.
I thought Maconnel, when he was 3 or 4 months old, looked like Ivan, especially when Mac got mad and turned beet red. Now I keep thinking Scarlett looks like Ivan too and I wonder if that what an “Arnaez” looks like.
As for the Mac update, today when I got home from work, I walked into the living room and Mac was sitting in a chair, sort of bouncing up and down, and was singing the “ABC song (won’t you sing with me.)” He has a low, almost comically low, singing voice for a little boy, and while I’m sure he sort of understands what counting is: He will count his cookies, his grapes, the fresh blackberries that are just ripening and the steps as he walks down them; I don’t think he conceptually gets the alphabet in any meaningful way, but heck he has to start somewhere.
Mulling it over, I think Scarlett is already starting to develop portentous characteristics. Whatever she wants to do, with a brief interlude of frustration, she will do.
What I mean and am trying to convey is that she seems to be reaching daily milestones; everyday she just seems to get better at another thing: grasping, grabbing, talking, waving, saying “Hahhhhh”, crawling, pulling herself up; playing, really playing, with Mac instead of merely getting rolled over and so on and on. That she is attempting so many things all at once makes it hard to grasp exactly how much development is going on.
Some days I just stare at her and watch her brain get bigger right before my eyes.
For most part Scarlett is not a crying baby, but she is still loud. Most of her screams are from sheer frustration whenever she falls down from standing up on her own. So what happens is she will pull herself up on the ottoman and then try to reach up further and climb up on it, when suddenly her trunk starts to jig-jag about as the momentary orchestra of synapses and muscles, that had successfully gotten her up on ottoman her, decide to take five and leave Scarlett high and dry and untethered. Soon the the wild trunk oscillation will overpower her little hands’ death grips on the ottoman and she will come crashing down and let out a peel of pure cheesed offishness.