I was reading a new feature article on Babble tonight called "The Little Man" about a woman who wanted a girl but got a boy and was stopped in my tracks by this sentence: "Now, at a year and a half, he gets what I call his "work face" on as he takes the filter out of the vacuum empties it in the garbage, puts it back, replaces the cover and then proceeds to vacuum."

Now my year and a half old is supposedly, according to the state of New Jersey's early intervention program, advanced in all things but language.  However, he does not empty and replace my vaccum and then proceed to vacuum.  I mean, sure he's never seen me vaccum (OK maybe once or twice but it's not my slobitude, he was scared of it so we stopped it) but even still, I can not see him happily and competently completing this task from start to finish.  I see Hugo taking the filter out, waving it in the air, banging it on a table to see the dust come out, laughing at the dust, and then running around the house like a maniac with it before playing with the fallen debris in a determined manner while mommy calmly cleans it all up. 

So what do you think, dear readers? Does my child need housekeeping intervention?  Or does this woman perhaps, overstate the babe-ilites?

Well you know what my child is good at?  Watch this video taken this morning on our ugliest couch (one from Ikea that I married into) before the make lunch, get dressed, get to daycare scramble.  

As Daddy is in the UK, we're missing him but we're hanging loose. And thanks to technology, he's watching what happened in his living room across the ocean. That amazes me. Maybe I'm old?  Heck, the television still amazes me.  So does the lightbulb, magic lantern and the Cotton Gin. 

See ya soon Internet.  Lovings on you.

xoxo,

Susie