I can understand now why every parent thinks their child is gifted. They spend so long as helpless babies that when they first start learning new things it seems like a miracle. Of course we think our girls are geniuses because they can make the sign for more and milk. We are also pretty impressed by how they 'read' --sit with a pile of books, turn the pages and babble. But today I was floored by Braiden's direct communication with me. She and Maitlyn were banging on Brian's big exercise ball--something I showed them how to do. Then, Braiden reached out, grabbed my hand and put it on the ball. At first I thought it was just cute that she wanted to hold my hand. Then I realized she was telling me to bounce the ball. I bounced it, then stopped and put my hands back in my lap. Once again, Braiden grabbed my hand and put it on the ball. Genius, pure genius!
And while we're on the subject of Braiden, who knew the temper tantrum drama queen would turn out to be the lovey dovey one? Today, when Djina (my friend Angela's baby) was visiting, Braiden leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. It was really more of just a slobber, but an unmistakable sign of affection.
