When we first came to Stanford, Daniel looked like this - the pic on the left. He couldn't walk. He couldn't talk. He had remnant baby fat and his cheeks jiggled up and down as he "ran" about, with us holding his hands.
Now he's all grow up - pic on the right. I just can't over how boy-ish he looks. He's still got that ridiculously delirious grin. And now, he's developed "favourites" and "preferences", like his preference for pasta and his favourite objects - that being, trucks, fire trucks, big trucks, dump trucks, and the like! And yes, he's walking and talking too.
Daniel still has a lot of growing up to do of course. He still doesn't understand complex concepts or sentences. He's still impatient. And he's still grumpy when he wakes from his naps (though less so - and we can actually convince him to sit up and get out of bed and walk down the stairs WITHOUT us having to carry him for a while)
I really do hope that Daniel will somehow remember his days growing up in Stanford. If he doesn't, he'll at least have some nice pictures to help him remember. And I'm sure, the experiences that he's had (at the tender age of between 1 and 2) - all those beautiful scenery, wild animals, wide open spaces & playgrounds, everything... will have had some impact on his outlook & his personality. Maybe? ?? Maybe not ?? Wld any child psychologist care to comment?
Picture on right by Shawn Hoon