Whether it’s due to nature or nurture we may never know, but Ruthie appears to have no fears. Having no fear is good when you are alone in the dark, but bad when you are one year old and running from the edge of your grandparents’ 56th-floor rooftop to the edge of the pool, clumsily squatting toward the water.
The other day, we got a kick out of Ruthie’s response to some heavy-duty lightning and thunder.
Thunderstorm from James on Vimeo.
I love how she fusses with her little capris.