To say getting Carter dressed in the mornings is a struggle is a pretty big understatement. We negotiate, there usually are some threats in there, and of course some tears. Not only does he not like getting dressed, he refuses to do it on his own.
So today when I went to get him dressed, you can imagine my surprise when he said, “Mom, let me do it.” I sat back and watched as he figured out the correct way to put on his pants, got his head and arms through the right holes in his shirt, and then put his dirty jammies in his laundry basket in his room.
I actually got teary-eyed. My little boy is growing up too fast.
And then there is Gavin – We have a strict rule of only eating at the table. Sure does look like he is on the stairs to me… *sigh*
