Last night, Felix came running into the kitchen looking for a towel. He opened the drawer, took one out, and went down the hall with it. We all assumed someone must have sent him to get one, but no...it turns out he had spilled some water from his sippy cup and had gone to clean it up without being asked.
I teared up a bit in the middle of my happy dance in the hallway. My littlest guy cleaned up a spill! His own spill! No one told him to do it! I may have been prouder than the first time he talked or walked.
What could it mean? Do I dare to hope that he, like me, will be a person who notices messes and does something about them?
His older siblings are
Could Felix possibly be different?
Did I finally get one of them on my side?
Is it too soon to get him his own little broom and dustpan?
Only time will tell.
In the meantime, please help me wish Felix a happy half-birthday. I can't believe he's already been here 18 months...and at the same time, I can't remember what life was like without him.
Here's to bright futures (and maybe, just maybe, less messy ones).