– Sunday night, after we (Granna, PapPap, Paul and I) got back from the park. Will ran right to his high-chair, scaled the front (no small task), climbed inside, and sat down. (As we usually wrestle him in, this was a bit of a surprise. We were all stunned.) The message: he was READY for dinner.
– Blowing on his food before eating it… in other words, doing exactly what we were doing with our hot food before eating it.
– BIG HUGS. He’ll run at full speed, throw his arms around you, put his head on your shoulder, and pat his little hands on your back. *melt!*
– BEDTIME. Between 7-8pm. We’ve finally got a routine and schedule — and BOY DO WE LOVE IT!
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