Genevieve has made some HUGE cognitive leaps in the last few weeks. She's picking up her feet and pointing her toes when it's time to put on socks and shoes, using verbal (and physical) cues to indicate what she wants, giving kisses when we ask for them, and so much more.
One of my favorite things she has learned to do is clap. We think that GrandpaDahling taught her this one; he sings and claps for her every day, whether he's near or far. The songs vary, but he always claps.
(His changing table song for Genevieve could be a top 40 boyband pop song, because the words are "Bay-beh, bay-beh, bay-beh!" while he claps in time. Genevieve loves this.)
About two weeks ago, out of nowhere, Genevieve started to clap. So, we clapped and cheered with her. The whole night, something would happen, Genevieve would clap, then we would clap.
Later that evening, we were at the "boob" portion of the bath-books-boob-bed routine, when after nursing for a good, long time, Genevieve sat straight up, looked me in the eye, and gave me the most enthusiastic applause.
I felt like giving a speech. Her applause was so sincere, and so funny, so very "my compliments to the chef". It just killed me.
Since then, Genevieve gave Mom a standing ovation as she entered the room. If my mother and I are anything alike, I'm sure she felt moved to thank all the little people.
Or maybe just one.