Something must have clicked for Liam last night. Something, like, "Why do I keep waiting on her to do it for me when I am obviously capable of doing everything myself". I'm sure that's what he's thinking because we have hit a new level of communication and independence today. Liam just turned 13 months, so it must be time to start fixing his own breakfast and things such as that.
Mr. Liam woke up this morning, pointed to the rocking chair and motioned for me to sit, then climbed on my lap. We watched Curious George until Ava climbed on my lap, that must have crossed the line. He got down and went into the kitchen. A couple minutes went by and he brought me a box of Cheerios, threw them down by my feet and proceeded to open them. (In his defense, he brought me a cup to put them in.) He noticed Ava had a cup of juice. Um, no. That's just not gonna fly. He ran back to the kitchen, grabbed the basket of sippies, and chose one (yes, the kid who hates sippies!), turned to me and pointed to the fridge.
Oh dear...he's off again...better go.
Mr. Liam woke up this morning, pointed to the rocking chair and motioned for me to sit, then climbed on my lap. We watched Curious George until Ava climbed on my lap, that must have crossed the line. He got down and went into the kitchen. A couple minutes went by and he brought me a box of Cheerios, threw them down by my feet and proceeded to open them. (In his defense, he brought me a cup to put them in.) He noticed Ava had a cup of juice. Um, no. That's just not gonna fly. He ran back to the kitchen, grabbed the basket of sippies, and chose one (yes, the kid who hates sippies!), turned to me and pointed to the fridge.
Oh dear...he's off again...better go.