Normally, Maeve and I have very limited conversations. I ask questions, she answers, or she petitions me with a lengthy chain of word-like structures that ends in an important noun and a question mark. But I was so impressed with her, yesterday, and here's why.
I was pushing her around in the big red shopping cart of Target, checking to see if their patio cushions are any cheaper yet. (They aren't). Then this exchange ocurred:
Momma: How come you're thinking about giraffes, honey?
Maeve: I saw it. (Points)
And sure enough, there, hanging from the ceiling, was a giant picture of an inflatable swim ring with a giraffe's head. I told her what a smartie she was, and circled around a few times to let her keep looking at the giraffe, which, as she pointed out, was so cute.
Maybe to someone who hasn't spent a lot of time around infants and toddlers that doesn't seem like a big communication leap, but most of the time when I ask a question like that, I get a total nonsense answer, or none at all. So any kind of meaningful back-and-forth we have (that isn't an argument about whether or not she can have another popsicle) always feels unique and exciting.
|Maeve and some real giraffes last fall at the Denver Zoo.|