Mini Me

In an effort to work through my “school is out for summer” attitude, I am attempting to at least put up a picture with a short story or quip so that the blog doesn’t end up in my unfinished craft pile. (I so relate to the unfinished projects part of this recent post by The Diary of a Reluctant Mother (another of my favorite blogs) it is scary –  and I think my pile of craft is way bigger than hers!)

Soapfi is starting the phase of wanting to imitate and be like the adults. She will plop down next to one of us and sit in the exact same way, if our legs are crossed, she’ll cross hers, if we have our hands clasped, she will too. It’s the cutest thing ever (and being the kind of parents we are, we kind of giggle during the swearing episodes – I know, I know we really have to watch our own potty mouths!)

In her effort to imitate Mommy she has started stealing my glasses and wearing them herself. She has most excellent eyesight (one of my first blog posts was all about it) so I don’t really think glasses are in her near future, but if her eyesight suddenly takes a dive, at least she’ll look frakkin’ cute!!!

Bionic Baby Eyes

There are things that I suffered through in childhood that I hope my daughter doesn’t have to go through. Yes, yes, they built character and made me who I am today, blah blah blah. But I am sure she will have plenty of character building opportunities that are uniquely her own, so I do not feel remiss in thinking that coke bottled glasses that are so heavy it makes ones nose hurt doesn’t need to be among them.

So it was with great relief (and then sheer panic at the implications) that this happened a few days ago in the car.

Now that Soapfi has graduated to a front facing booster seat she has taken great delight in shouting the names of all the things she recognizes. Primarily “mommy” and “daddy” with a few instances of “car” and “tree” thrown in for good measure.

We were on our way home from running errands when she began shouting “number, number, number”. I was looking around outside to see if it was an exit sign or the side of a truck or what in the world she could be seeing, so that I could do the whole interactive parenting/reinforcement thing “Yes Soapfi, that is the number one/twelve/pi” or whatever.

Before I could find anything she changed to “E, E, E”. Hrrrmmm, we were no longer on the freeway, no business around that I could see, lets chalk this up to random crap kids blurt out when they are bored. After all this is her view from back there:

As I looked over at her father with a “wtf” shrug that’s when I saw it…..

Yep, her baby bionic eyes were locked onto the compass readings in the rear view mirror and she was mistaking the “S” for the number “5” like she has seen on all the digital clocks at home (Side note – she is currently refusing to acknowledge the numbers 3 or 5, thus why she was just saying “number, number, number” – but that is a story for another day).

I was completely floored, first off – that font is teeny tiny, I had to zoom my cell phone camera in all the way while sitting in the front seat just to make that last picture readable! Look at the first picture again, hello – blue smudge anyone? Then came the implication that at 23 months she was already retaining and recognizing both numbers and letters in a variety of fonts.

Holy crap, we’re never going to sneak anything by this kid.