If you’re happy and you know it…

A wonderful thing happened this weekend.

I’ve been clapping to Talia for months, probably about 5 or 6 months, since she started sitting up. Apart from general applause and renditions of Pat-a-cake, I would clap three times and say “clap, clap, clap” as I did it, over and over again. She would smile at me with the sweet but slightly worried expression that says “mother, I love you but you look like a crazy lady hitting your own hands together like that.”

Then suddenly, yesterday while visiting my parents, my father clapped for her and she clapped back again! Then we all joined in - three generations of family clapping. It was very cute, and a lovely moment for us to share.

Then this morning came one of those wonderful “my child is a genius” moments.

Talia was in our bedroom, full of early morning energy, and, without moving my hands myself, I said “clap, clap, clap” and she started clapping!! She knows the word clap!! And it wasn’t a fluke, I’ve been saying it on and off all day to the same reaction (because I’m so excited I just can’t get enough of it!!!)

Woooooooooo hoooooooooooooo!