Last night was a BIG night for us. Finn successfully undressed himself (at the appropriate time, mind you) and put his clothes in the laundry basket before his bath. Usually, I have to peel his clothes off piece by piece, with him fighting me the entire time. But last night he did it all by himself and I only had to tell him once. I wish you could have seen his face. He was so proud of himself. He came running into the bathroom in nothing but his diaper--grinning and clapping. He wanted me to come see the laundry basket and then I had to clap and cheer for him. Laugh if you want to---but I was genuinely excited for him (and for me). Funny how now this is all it takes for me to feel like a successful mom, which is so different than the things that used to make me feel successful. Somehow, they just don't seem quite as important.
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