Smart

"I never met anyone who didn't have a very smart child. What happens to these children, you wonder, when they reach adulthood? "-Fran Lebowitz

Call me a proud mommy, but I've been preparing Maeve's Ivy League university applications.  I am telling you, this daughter of mine is smart as a whip.  Maybe I'll try and get her on Jeopardy.  She's also very smart at getting into trouble, but that's another tale.

Observe, if you will, the proper use of a common household implement:

Also, observe the anatomical understanding:

Also, she has learned how to clap, and I think she's very near to saying "yes" or "yeah", which would help our communication immensely.  She climbed on top of her formula-can-turned-drum yesterday to reach a higher shelf (which was promptly taken away - yikes!), and she walks over to the kitchen when she wants a snack.  She knows who Big Bird, Cookie Monster, Elmo, Gonzo, Vader, and Tigger are, and can pick them out of a lineup.  She volunteers to take naps when she's tired, in highly pathetic fashion.  She might have said "bye-bye" on Wednesday.

Okay, so I like bragging.  What can I say? I'm just busting my buttons.  She learns something every day, she learns like six somethings every day.  That's my smartie pants baby girl.

Just catching up on my Jungian archetypes.