Myer is almost 9 months old, and his latest tricks include trying to stand unassisted and beginning to wave and say "Hiiii."
Ezra is in that stage of 'I can do it by myself, mom', which honestly is a stage I have been very much looking forward to, though I thought it would have come much earlier. He's only just now wanting to start to take charge of things, and it's been so cool to watch. This morning, while I was putting Myer down for his AM nap, Ezra took initiative and cleaned up all the tupperware mess that Myer had made in the kitchen-- organizing all the lids with their matching containers. I didn't even ask him to do it, he just did it.
Afterwards, with only a tiny bit of help from me (ie. plugging in the toaster) he made his own breakfast. Waffles, banana, and juice. Then he washed all the dishes that were in the sink.
I am amazed. And am having one of those mornings where I am feeling like maybe I'm not so bad at this 'raising of little humans gig' after all.
These boys are so happy and peaceful and Ezra is so respectful...
It is such a PLEASURE to be their mom. They are like icing... like frosting... the part that makes the whole cake worthwhile. :)