She is six weeks old today. Wanting to put the size of Stella in perspective, I added props to the photo session. My hand was readily available, as was a baseball. (Doesn't everyone have baseballs in their living rooms?)
Not only has Henry devised a new way to ride in(?) the old blue car (picked up at a yard sale when Luke was a toddler), he has found a substitute for a horse, donkey or mule (none of which we've ever owned). The boy's creativity knows no bounds.
Jack was not especially happy about being displaced as the baby of the family. For the first few weeks, he often told me, "You no hold Baby Della. Me in your lap." Today, though, when Stella started crying in her crib (which is downstairs; she sleeps in my bed at night), Jack ran into the kitchen to find me and said, "Mom. Baby Della needs you. Baby Della needs you." I picked her up, and Jack offered this helpful advice: "Nurse her. Nurse her."
Luke's All-Star team played in the state tournament in Harrison, after going undefeated in the district tournament here in Manchester. The Maranacook All-Stars won their first game at states, but lost the next two, which ended their season. Dennis and I find it a mixed blessing. Winning states and going on to the regional tournament in Marlborough, MA, would have been exciting, but it was a long drive just to Harrison, and winning the tournament would have meant three more trips there on top of the three already taken.
After watching Dennis and me take pictures all the time, Jack has become quite interested in photography. I recently came across my father's old point-and-shoot film camera and gave it to Jack. He loves his "black camera" and uses it a lot. The fact that the flash works when he presses the button is especially appealing.
Every once in awhile, I let him take a picture with the Olympus DSLR. He actually does pretty well, when he accepts a little help from me. Here's one of his "Baby Stella" photos:
This is just one of the many moments Henry has spent holding Stella, kissing her, chatting with her, or just gazing at her. I think my sensitive boy, who usually runs away from my kisses and hugs, is smitten.