Then the other night the girls were painting with watercolors. Clare’s looked about right for a 22 month old. It was all over the place, but she was having a good time. Cool. Then she carefully adds the color brown to all four corners of her paper – just in the corners, like photograph corners.. or the corners of a frame. This floored me! What in the world? Such precision! The planning! Here was that pattern-making again. Amazing.
So of course I’m watching her carefully and telling Brad and wandering around the house feeling so proud of my baby girl. What a brain she must have. When I wandered back into the kitchen, Clare turned to look at me and now she was not holding the paintbrush in her hand.. but in her mouth. Across, like a dog holding a bone. .with a big grin at me, knowing she was being silly. The next thing I know she has paint on her face and is sucking on the end of the brush.
Oh my brilliant baby girl, you are so good for my soul.