It really doesn't take much to get me excited and make me feel like we might actually master a few life skills before the age of 30. I know, I know. It's not really that bad. I just feel overwhelmed sometimes. But yesterday was a good day. J used the toaster oven for the first time by himself to make grilled cheese sandwiches for himself and his brother. And he only had to come upstairs four times to ask me questions.
And then after playing outside late in the evening, he washed off both his feet and B's feet. I didn't even mind that there was water all over the bathroom floor or that the washcloth was wadded up in the bottom of the bathtub. Told you it doesn't take much.
We won't discuss the meltdown that occurred between the two events. It was unrelated and I'd like the day to retain it's rosy glow.