The Recessive Gene

Josie's walking abilities have really flourished in the last couple days. She likes to climb the stairs too and it seems that when she is insistant on climbing the stairs it's because she wants something at the top of the stairs, but today really stunned me.

I have a witness for this (the neighbor's nanny who spends part of just about every day with Josie):

Eddie likes to play tee-ball (see any number of posts for the well-loved Little Tikes set-up). Today the tee was set up in the yard. Josie climbed the front stairs for about the 100th time that day. She picked up the ball and handed it to me and then picked up the bat. I wondered if she just wanted to try putting them in her mouth or just check them out. I set her, the ball, and the bat on the grass.

Josie picked up the ball and tried to place it on the tee. Couldn't quite reach and it fell to the ground. I handed her the ball and she tried again. The third time she somehow managed to get the ball to stay on the tee. She then picked up the bat, swung it at the ball and made contact.

I would have taken pictures, but as this whole thing unfolded, I didn't want to blink for fear I'd miss something. The nanny and I were just astounded, disbelieving we were seeing this.

More pictures and blog later. Tomorrow is one of our big fundraisers for the Soft Play Room.

Recessive gene refers to the fact that clearly this is not something she gets directly from Den or me.