The key phrase in our home these days is, “I do it all my self” or “NO! I wanna do it all my self.” The toddler has independence oozing our her eyeballs and this morning was no exception.
On Tuesdays, I typically go to work early (before the kids wake up) and I leave work early to pick C up at 3. Unfortunately, this morning, I was running a bit behind because our power KEPT. GOING. OFF. (And is still off!)
I was in the kitchen finishing up when Mark came out of the bedroom and said that both kids were awake. He went into Henry’s room first, as Henry was crying. Jacket on, I was about to head out the door when I heard Charlotte’s bedroom door open and the pitter patter of excited mini feet. “Mommy! I wake up all my self!!” she says from the hallway.
Me: I see that, love. In the future, please make sure to wait until Mommy or Daddy comes to get you.
Me: <fingers and toes crossed>
I can handle her needing to squeeze the toothpaste and turn on the lights and open/close the doors, and pour the cereal, and serve herself dinner, and cut her own food, and put on her clothing, and take off her clothing, and wipe herself, and climb into her car seat, and climb out of her car seat, and, and, and… BUT, I cannot handle her getting out of bed on her own. Not yet, tiny gf.