Sunday, September 13, 2009

And Then He Could Clap

Yesterday Holly noticed Jack doing something new with his hands. Instead of flailing them about like a bird on crack cocaine and swinging them all over the place while growling and groaning, he was watching them very intently as he smacked his palms together. He was starting to figure out clapping after seeing Holly and I do it time and time again.

It didn't take him long because this evening he was clapping up a storm, non-stop, as much as I could get him to do it. He would clap when I gave him a piece of my brownie, when he saw something he thought was funny, or at just about anything else. Even better? I have video proof for all of you to see.