Over the weekend, we made a couple of discoveries about the kids: the 4-year-old has learned to skip, and the 8-month-old has learned to clap, and they're both pretty darned excited about their new skills.
Aaron, the baby, showed off his clapping a little bit at a time on Saturday and Sunday -- at first I thought it was a fluke, but then it became clear that he was doing it on purpose. Clapping is the best -- it has a built-in celebration of the new skill. ("Yay!" *baby clapping* *YAYYYYYYYYYY!")
I learned about Isaac's skipping when I got home from a few hours at the office and my husband showed me a video he'd taken during an evening walk. "Wait, when did he learn to skip?" I asked. "I don't know," he said, "but he's sure having a good time."
At daycare dropoff this morning, I mentioned to Aaron's teacher that I'd noticed his clapping and how happy it made him. She totally harshed my buzz: "Oh, yeah, he's done that here a few times already."
Cue the sad trombone.
I mentioned it on Facebook, and one of my fellow mothers had a good theory, and one I think I'll stick to from now on: "I usually avoid talking about those things -- a sort of developmental don't ask, don't tell."
Don't get me wrong, though. I'm not letting it get me down that we didn't see the very first instances of clapping (and probably of skipping, though I won't be asking about that one). We're having too much fun to worry about it. Much.
How have you dealt with missing your kids' "firsts"?