So…I’ve come to the conclusion that our one year old is advanced! Hear me out…
1. She’s too cool for toys
Despite our best efforts, it seems that our daughter just isn’t that interested in toys. After numerous trips to Toys R Us and a whole variety of toys ranging from ‘classy’ wooden trains to talking bunnies and flashing tea pots, if it’s not edible she’s not interested. I’ve succumbed to the fact that Taylor prefers an intelligent conversation. Which leads me on to…
I know, right? Taylor soon figured out how to command Siri for a chat and now spends at least three whole minutes in conversation with her on Dad’s phone. I’m not sure what she tells her and apparently neither does Siri (“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that…”), but she seems to enjoy getting beef off her chest all the same. She even gets frustrated with Siri because she thinks she’s a little dim and sometimes launches her across the floor. I probably need to better channel her superior intelligence…
3. She’s a musical genius
It’s true. Not only does she have the most awesome vocal chords, but she’s an outstanding percussionist. Do you know, she pulls out the entire contents of my kitchen cupboards every evening and plays me various ‘beats’ using whatever ‘instruments’ she can find – wooden spoons, pans, spatulas…it really is quite inspired. It may sound like a bit of a racket, but hey, she is only one.
Everyday she helps me hang up my washing on the clothes horse and every day she takes it all back down again. Yes, the washing is still wet when she takes it back down (it’s literally just gone up) but who am I to stifle her enthusiasm? In fact, she’s so eager to get on with the cleaning that I often find her trying to break into the cupboard underneath the sink for the marigolds and bathroom spray. Plus she unpacks all of my grocery shopping and I don’t even have to ask. Bless her.
5. Her survival instinct is extraordinary
I honestly don’t think there’s an obstacle too big or a challenge to great for that girl. She laughs in the face of heights – climbing on top of the coffee table to watch TV, trying to launch herself off our bed each morning…She can also fit into the tiniest of spaces and I often find her hiding in her wardrobe or the laundry basket from the danger that is bed time. She even goes to eat the dog food…and the only other person I can imagine brave enough to do that is Bear Grylls.
What do you reckon? Do you have an advanced one?