Our littlest dude has been making big new strides these days.
He has always preferred to sit back and watch the world go by, and it was quite a rumble trying to get him to try things he was unfamiliar with. But all of a sudden, he’s shocking me regularly with the phrase “I can try!”
I told you the other day that he poured cereal. Now, I’m not naive. He’s coming up on seven years, and I know many children his age can pour cereal. Its a pretty simple activity. But he crumbles SO easily under any type of pressure, he just would not branch out into things like that. But now, he fights to pour cereal, because he carries pride in the fact that he can.
Today, the kids were setting up for breakfast, and I was doing other things around the kitchen when I heard Solly giggling to himself. When I looked up, I saw him pouring milk. For the first time ever. From a decently full jug.
And guys, he KILLED it!!!
He didn’t spill a DROP!!! He was SO proud!!! 💜
Frankly, even if he had spilled a bunch, I would feel just as proud of him. I love SO MUCH that he took initiative and tried something new all on his own. Something new, and higher stakes.
Anyway. I’m feeling pretty smitten with this big little guy today 💜