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Shenelle: My Baby, My Genius

Posted by DFO

Feb. 11, 2009 9:16 a.m. • 11 comments

My newborn son Resor is only 12 days old and he is a genius. I’m talking levels only Einstein achieved. Now I know most new mothers like to brag that their babies are the cutest ever and are way ahead of the learning curve but that’s not what this is. I’m not bragging. It is 100 percent fact. While most newborns are spending their first days of life either sleeping, eating or pooping mine is actually forming sentences. Not only that but he can also use the telephone. At least that’s what his grandma and grandpa Kraack are telling me. Since his arrival 12 days ago my mother has served as interpreter between my son and me. She was quick to relay within minutes of his birth how he said he was embarrassed by his cone shaped head and didn’t want any other babies making fun of him. So I had to be sure to keep a hat on him at all times. I was amazed/Shenelle Kraack, St. Maries Gazette-Record. More here.

DFO: Put your hands together for gazettegal and her new baby.

Question: Were your babies as brilliant and beautiful as Shenelle’s?

11 comments on this post so far. Add yours!

Liz on February 11 at 9:52 a.m.
well. Sixteen years ago Feb 7, I gave birth to the most incredibly beautiful baby girl. I had been repeatedly told how ugly newborns were supposed to be so I was rather stunned when mine wasn’t. All you could see was these stunning long eyelashes.
and no, I am not being subjective here because my second born looked like a small alien when he was born. He was time released though and is now a very handsome boy.
Liz on February 11 at 9:52 a.m.
oh and congrats Shenelle. Welcome to the wonderful world of parenthood. And don’t sweat the small stuff!!!
Sparky on February 11 at 10:47 a.m.
Congratulations Shenelle. My oldest fought her way out me. She came out with a black eye, a pointy head, and a surprised expression. Two years later, she won the regional competition for Gerber baby. My mother also had the ability to interpret for my daughter and was insistent that Princess was a genius. Princess gurgled, cooed, cried, screamed, and giggled her way in to full sentences faster than her peers. Mom said Princess came out wanting to talk.

My youngest daughter came out a quiet wooosh. She had creamy skin with a slight blush and the softest deepest brown eyes you have ever seen. Twinkie was perfect. She was not as communicative in the form of verbal language as her sister but was remarkable in her ability to communicate by body language and sweet tears or giggles. My mother spent a lot less time interpreting Twinkie’s communication. She warned that when this child spoke it would be with purpose. Deep waters or something.

I hate to say it but mom was right.
poolman on February 11 at 10:56 a.m.
Other than solving quadratic equations using finite math techniques, reciting the writings of Tolstoy and Thoreau in French or Russian, playing Bach on the violin, and becoming the new face of Gerber by the age of ONE- ours was pretty normal. Now if he could just figure out how change his own diaper and put socks on.
Cabbage Boy on February 11 at 11:06 a.m.
Congrats Shenelle, enjoy them when they are small and like being held.

Oh, the geniuses I have raised. My eldest has a sticker on her door that sez “Even geniuses run into doors”, so her brothers walk around running into doors to prove the point.

One is a reading genius, one is a piano genius, another is a wrestling state champ, one is a perfectionist. And one is a genius when it comes to putting his shoes on the wrong feet. Every. Time.

So for every genius story, I have several stories that make a father cringe. My story about “The day the ref stopped the match” is a father’s nightmare.

So I don’t talk too much about their “genius.” That is better left to others. Like their grandma for instance.
Jen on February 11 at 1:00 p.m.
My sons were born knowing how to tell time. Every night, five minutes after my bed time, they would wake up wanting to eat. They also knew the days of the week. Every Sunday, as soon as they were in their church clothes, they would spit up their breakfast. They didn’t seem to do that any other day of the week. They were also born with a perfect sense of smell. They could tell the moment my dinner was ready and instantly demand my attention so that I didn’t eat a hot meal for 3 1/2 years. My daughter at 8 months also seems to have been born with these skills. Either that or her brothers are teaching her when I’m not looking.

So, to answer the question, yes, my children were and are brilliant. And if they were any cuter I wouldn’t be able to take them out in public because it would make all other parents jealous. :)

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