vicky had an intense day yesterday, summarized mama this morning. well, so did we, i would say. at least in retrospect. sometimes it is rather difficult to understand children. or the world and how it runs...

it all started with mama's plan to take her first shower together with vicky. but either there were too many fine water jets in our super shower head, or not enough, or too cold, or too hot, or too new or tooo boring the experience... anyway, she screamed the whole time through. like she was being cooked! :) nothing ever helped, shower head higher, showerhead lower, kneel next to her, more water, less water, sweet-talk, laughing... nothing, proper nothing. last option: HTLU - hurry the luck up. :)

done, dry, off to the party. and as it should be in this weather, outdoors! right next to the stairway to the basement. there sure were enough people to watch. but somehow the little water jet sirene managed - despite the armies of supervising grown-ups - to fall down said 11 stone steps of said stairway to the basement. but that was by far not the most intense thing of that day. the most intense thing of that day for us was the following question: how come that child after that experience did not cry longer than precisely until the first deep draw of breath? and even that probably only because in moments like that all good intentions to not panically scream and run there go out the window in a hurry...

i dont understand. and neither do i understand that there are no traces - blood, bruises, anything like that. not on the child and neither on the stairs... all good, no harm done... no health insurance, no liability insurance, nobody involved... very peculiar...