Clever Girl

(At our house this isn't a compliment. It is an ominous, foreshadowing statement, implying someone's impending doom. Mine.)

It seems to be a perfect storm. Maybe my girls are especially clever, maybe it is because they are girls, maybe I'm paying less attention to every single developmental milestone, maybe I'm getting better at understanding what babies want, maybe I'm just a better parent (yeah, that's likely) but somehow I find myself surprised/frightened by how quickly my two girls are communicating and learning.

No, seriously. I'm kind of freaking out here.

They started out so cute. And we were all excited about what we created.

Now, they are taking over.

The baby can get the plastic baby-proof covers off the electrical sockets. I've taped them, but it won't be long until she gets that off too. Nine months old and she has mastered duct tape, one of mankind's greatest inventions.

The two-year-old recently got out my nook, turned it on, got on the Barnes and Noble store website and was at the confirmation stage of buying a Dora book. All in the time it took me to go to the bathroom (and I'm getting to be a ninja of quickness at that, ya'll).

It isn't that I don't want my kids to be smart. And probably the boys were this way as well but I'm blocking the details of that time of my life out of my memory as part of my PTC disorder (Post Traumatic Childrearing).

It is just so demoralizing to be outsmarted by a two-year-old on a daily basis. Mommy isn't winning.

I do try and hide from them on occasion.

But they know how to open doors.