The Edge just learned how to clap and it is totally delightful.
Since Big Sister Peapod is now almost 3 and a half years old and can sort the mail, make a cappuccino and use Bank of America's online bill pay feature, it's easy to forget how fun it is to watch a baby learn how to do new baby things.
It happened very suddenly during breakfast, sometime last week. Peapod was at the kitchen island eating Apple Cheerios, and I was at the sink, with my back turned. Then, out of nowhere, like balloons and confetti dropping from the ceiling to celebrate a store's millionth shopper, The Edge burst into applause in what I'm pretty sure was a commemoration of the millionth time I'd washed the high chair tray!
I'm not sure how he's been keeping track of it all this time, but it would explain that tattered notebook and pencil in his crib. Anyway, the effect was quite magical. Peapod and I both stopped what we were doing, looked at each other and shouted "He can clap!" We then spent the rest of the morning making fools of ourselves in an effort to get him to do it again.