Monkey achieved a milestone this morning. Remember this post where I bemoaned the fact that Monkey is not independent? I speculated that his double dose of the lazy gene was holding him back? This morning Monkey did something so very normal and brought tears to my eyes. Again.
We’re getting ready to take our power walk. We ate breakfast and I got Monkey cleaned up. Then I picked out clothes for him to wear. Monkey was sitting on his changing pad on his dresser (yes, still using the changing pad even though he’s twice as long as it is, lol) and he was watching me pick through his clothes. I pulled out a pair of warm up pants and was looking at t-shirts when he started telling me “No, no, no!” and signing “open” and pointing. I got him down and he immediately closed the shirt drawer and opened the drawer with his pants. He picked through his options and chose a pair of silky basketball shorts. Woah! I helped him put them on and then went back to choosing a t-shirt. Nope, no go. Monkey wanted to pick his own. He considered the ones I suggested and rejected them all. He finally settled on one and happily put it on.
Duhdee came in and looked at our decidely mismatched child and I had to point out that Monkey had picked his own clothes. He thought I’d dress him like that?!? Men! I walked from the room with tears in my eyes…tears of pride of his new found desire for independence and tears of sadness…my baby is growing up.
In mismatched clothes.