As we arrived at Nana's after the Official Nana's Birthday Dinner, Max demanded to be put down so he could climb the steps himself.
I obliged, and he laboriously clambered up the first step, burdened by a sippy cup and an underdeveloped sense of how one actually climbs the stairs.
Once he got his footing on that first step, he straightened up, pointed to the top of the staircase (with eleven more steps to go), and shouted triumphantly: "You CAN do it! ALMOST AT THE TOP!!"
Posted by rjt at October 21, 2005 07:17 PMand so: max embodies the definition of self esteem. at such a tender age, he has assumed the spirit of the little engine. from my view, your most difficult job as a parent has been accomplished.
remember that for later. but bask now.