Yes, I will tell you all about Dylan without needing to be
asked and yes, I will show you unprompted photos. I have fully accepted that I
am a shameless baby bragger and if you are able to withstand my incessant parent
ramble then I can only assume we suffer from the same condition. It’s as if the
smallest milestone is worthy of the highest recognition and everyone should
know what our little ones are up to. So imagine my excitement when Dylan, after
countless recitals of “yay!”, finally learned how to clap. YAY!!!!
For months Dylan’s clap entailed bumping his fists together
like some sort of overly enthused caveman but alas, he has figured out that slapping both hands will
result in a spectacular sound of cheer. Now that Dizbaby has joined the clappy
club he uses his new trick when a bottle is made, when his toys do something that
he likes or whenever else. It’s a clappy-clap world ya’ll! No limits!
And sure, clapping isn’t walking or speaking in sentences
and it certainly isn’t going potty like a big kid, but until you receive a round
of applause each and every time you enter a room, you haven’t really lived.