My Heartbreaking Works of Staggering Genius

Actually, I hated that book. Ugh!

But I'm not talking about Eggers and his self-indulgent muck -- I'm talking about Margaret and Josephinie, who stunned us all with their age-appropriate abilities today! We had another appointment with the "play doctor," as Lucy calls her, and she put the girlies through the regular battery of developmental tests.

How do they approach three Cheerios in a thin-necked bottle? With great eagerness. They love Cheerios. First they shook it. Then they brought it to me. No help there. Hm. Then they tried to suck them out! (That was funny.) And finally, after crouching down and examining the problem from yet another angle, they tipped it over! Woohoo! Tumbling Cheerios!

What else? They stacked blocks, fed their baby dolls, emptied cups and filled them, and carefully placed pegs into holes. They scribbled. They ate their crayons. (That was NOT so smart.) They turned the pages of Brown Bear, and Margaret even pointed to the Purple Cat and said, quite clearly, "Kitty Cat!"

With that exception however, their weakest abilities are verbal. (How could that be??) They're a bit better at receptive language than expressive, and apparently that's actually more important. (Again, how could that be??) But we'll see. Maybe they'll pick up a few more words in the next few weeks.

I'm aiming for Mama, Dadda, and chocolate.