The Art of Imitation

We have seen Cecelia pick up on a lot more than you might think over the past few months. When we got our bathrooms redone, she was clearly observing because when the guys finished, she continued to check on and "screw in" the access panel. (There is a cute picture of this. Maybe one day you will see it here. That day is not today.) She also often picked up the flashlight to check on the pipes and water heater as she had seen daddy do. Sometimes it takes a little imagination to figure out what she is doing and why/how she figured out how to do so. This morning was one of those moments. Cecelia was playing with a bottle pretending it was like lotion...or so I thought. Then she seemed to poke herself in the eye. First I told her not to poke herself in the eye. After watching this play out several times, I figured it out. In the mornings, Cece watches me put in my contacts. And that's what she was doing. Putting contact solution in her palms and then putting the "contacts" in her eyes. Over the weekend, she brought my contact case into the bedroom. She had already emptied it of the overnight solution (on the floor...so efficient). When she brought it to me, I exclaimed, "Oh Cece, but those are my eyeballs. She opened the case and took a long, hard look inside. As if keeping all those body parts straight wasn't hard enough, I had to add this concept into the mix!?!