This morning, I was loading the dishwasher and Eddie was happy and just running running running around the house with no particular direction or purpose, like a happy two-year-old should.
At one point, Chief got in his way. Eddie slammed into him, bounced off, stumbled a bit but kept running, yelling back over his shoulder, "Oops, I'm sorry Chief!"
A minute or two later he came tearing back into the kitchen and said, "Oh! I need to go potty!" as if he'd just crashed into the thought. I followed him into the bathroom where he stopped me and said very matter-of-factly, "I can go potty all by myself." He got out a step stool, got his pants all situated, climbed up on the potty and seemed to be taking care of business so I left. Soon, he came hopping back into the kitchen, one tremendous two-year-old leap at a time, fire truck pajamas around his ankles, saying, "Daddy can you help me with these pants?"
This post is kind of pointless if you weren't there (excluding all but one of us) as there was nothing extraordinary about the experience other than the sing-songy cuteness of his little voice and fact that he's suddenly saying and doing so many big-kid things. I left for work feeling awfully lucky to have mornings this year to spend with my littlest kiddos.
I also hoped to gain some recognition of the fact that I do sometimes load the dishwasher.
