So Mommy alludes to the Stealth Baby (yes, we affectionately call her "Stealth Baby"). She in reality is not a "baby" as much as she is our last born and therefore receives this permanent title out of default. As far as the "Stealth" title would denote, there are those that would question our reasoning behind this title. If you have ever heard my kids, they are far from "Stealthy." In fact, if you were to ask our neighbor living in the basement of this house we are renting, she would probably laugh at the thought of us calling any of our kids "Stealthy."
Well despite the general populous' feelings on what denotes being "Stealthy", she in fact has her moments when she UN-intentionally will end up behind you without you knowing that she is there and thus you inadvertently turn to move and trip over her. Just last night following dinner, Mommy was cleaning up the stove and "Stealth Baby" struck again. I watched this all unfold in a very slow motion dream sequence. Mommy was standing at the stove, "Stealth Baby" snuck in for the attack. She planted herself firmly standing behind mommy. Mommy picked up a pan and began to turn to walk to the sink as I began to moan "Noooooooooooo!!" Too late, "Stealth Baby" had struck and Mommy stumbled over her knocking her to the floor and saving a pan of grease by holding it over her head leaning towards the sink in a desperate attempt to make it into the sink.......Success, pan in sink. Now it was time to pick up "Stealth Baby" and begin the continual healing process of kissing the boo boo's. I can't imagine what life is going to be like when "Stealth Baby" becomes "Stealth Teenager" and she is now knocking us over instead of the other way around.
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