Okay, so I’m starting to get used to Lilia’s gamine look. People have even been paying her compliments. When I took her to the therapy center two days ago, the therapists and other staff members exclaimed, “Cute!” and “This hairstyle suits her!” I couldn’t resist telling everyone that she cut it herself. Her occupational therapist praised her use of scissors. After all, she managed to give herself a haircut without stabbing herself.
Although he still crawls in bed with us at night, my son is showing signs of independence as well. This morning when I dragged myself out of bed and down the stairs to the coffee maker, I found him fully dressed in his school uniform frying up a pan of bacon! Fortunately, he didn’t burn the house down, or the bacon, but I think if he’s going to be doing these things without supervision I’d better give him some instruction and set some rules.