While I was at painting class today, Isaac made his own peanut butter and jam sandwich. When I got home, Craig asked me if Isaac often made his own lunch.
"No," I said. "He never has. But he's never wanted to."
For whatever reason, today Isaac volunteered to make his own sandwich. Craig got the knife for him, since the drawer has a child-proof latch, but Isaac took out all the ingredients and assembled it himself. And he ate it, too.
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Craig is inspiring all sorts of milestones lately. At the dinner table earlier this week, Laurel pointed right at him and said, "Da-da." She also pointed at Isaac and said something resembling his name.
I, on the other hand, got nothing.
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