My brother Sam was telling me yesterday about some of the huge differences between Celia now and five months ago when he was staying with us. For one, she cried a lot more.
Michelle interjected and said, “No she didn’t.”
Sam said, “Oh yes she did! She’d cry if you left her alone after five minutes!”
“I know,” I said, “It was because she wasn’t mobile enough to entertain herself.”
We all nodded. This makes total sense when you think about her personality. She’s always got to be busy. Whenever I look at Celia today she’s either interacting with someone, playing with something she’s discovered, climbing onto/into/through something, or crawling to get somewhere new. She’s such a crawler, we took her to the mall and this huge train play-area with kids all over it. Celia had a blast crawling all over the thing. At one point, she crawled up the front of the train, a ramp that went on a 45º angle for about six or seven feet. As she was crawling up, a three-year old was trying to crawl up next to her and lost his footing and slid down, and a five-year old girl accidentally kicked her, but she made it up. I just marveled at the little monkey.
Celia was obviously the youngest kid there by a longshot, and a woman asked me, “How old is she?”
“Ten months,” I replied.
“Wow!” she said. We both looked and saw Celia climbing onto the top of the train and patting the arm of the kid next to her happily.
“She can’t even walk yet,” I said as I shook my head.
I’m happy that she loves people. It sure makes things easier with our lifestyle. Sunday afternoon my brother Abe and I bushwhacked up a solitary mountain nearby and he asked me what we were doing that night. I said, “Come over for a light dinner and games.”
“Great,” he said. But by the time he got over to my parents’ place, and by the time we sat down for dinner, there were fourteen people sitting around the table for one of my father’s feasts, including two Swiss bicyclists who were making their way around the world and who were told they just had to stop by. And of course, Celia was in the middle of all of it, smiling at everyone who picked her up or played with her.
Likewise, yesterday a group of twenty-six of us took a whitewater rafting trip, and ended with a deluxe barbecue (cooked by one of the Swiss bicyclists, who it turns out was a chef in Switzerland). And Celia had a blast. All the different ladies would pick her up and play with her, and people let her crawl around in the dirt, which is pretty much a first for her. Talk about a messy adventure!
I’d have liked to take her rafting, but it was a bit too dangerous for that. On one of the more treacherous rapids, called Tumbleweed, my brother Abe’s boat took the plunge and lost four people, three of which seriously thought they were in danger for their lives. Yeah, not really a good place to take a baby. But I would like to take her rafting, perhaps on a more docile river.
Today, we’re finally going to get out of town for more than day trips, and go to our friends’ cabin on the lake. I’m looking forward to the time away from it all. This vacation has been great, but certainly not mellow! No wonder Celia is so hyper all the time… that’s the kind of life we expose her to!