A Small Thing

I am ridiculously proud of my son right now. Why? It's a small thing, really, but it seems like such a big thing to me, because he's only 14 months old.

Tonight I gave him his usual milk and graham crackers before bed, and while he snacked and wandered around playing with his toys, I crammed in a few more minutes of work time, sending off some urgent emails so I wouldn't forget in the morning.

When I was finished, I scooped my little man up for bed. But I thought he might want one more drink of milk, so I looked around for his sippy cup. I didn't see it anywhere. I walked around carrying him and asking, "Where is your milk, Ethan? Where is it?"

Then a thought occurred to me. Maybe he could find it? I set him down and said, "Ethan, where is your milk?" He walked right over to his "Cars" Towmater toy truck, lifted the seat, and there was his sippy cup. I was bursting with pride. My son had understood what I was asking, remembered where he had left his milk, and knew how to answer my question. Amazing!