"Mehl, mehl"

This morning, as Waverly and I were leaving for church, I dropped a half gallon of milk in the garage. It exploded, sending milk everwhere. I scooped the container, ran outside and threw it in the grass. Waverly stood in the doorway watching the whole thing and knelt down to get a closer look without getting too close.. "Mehl? Mehl?"she repeated, pointing to the mess. I told her, "Yes, Momma spilled the milk." This conversation continued back and forth, as do all of our conversations at this point.

I finally loaded everything in the car, including Waverly, backed the car out of the garage, and hurriedly washed the milk out of the garage. Four hours later, after church and lunch, we pull back into the garage and almost immediately, Waverly starts again, "Mehl? Mehl?" Initially, I had no idea why she was talking about milk. When I got her out of the car, I noticed her hesitation as she came up on the former milk explosion and it hit me: She remembered that the milk had spilled all over the floor.

It always surprises me when she makes connections. While studying elementary education at UK, I learned a lot about child development, so I tend to notice these developmental milestones. Today's incident was a step in understanding that an incident had happened and although the evidence was no longer there, something had been there. She demonstrated more abstract thinking.

Babies are amazing. Just little stuff like that makes me so proud to be Waverly's mom.