Michael walked over so Sadie's step stool this morning, climbed onto it, and stood up. And stayed up. God Help Us.
We've started on the "Me too!" stage. For both siblings. Michael gives a performance worthy of a professional mourner if you try to give him anything that isn't a big, complete size like his sister. Like an entire apple, an entire piece of flatbread, or an entire banana. Sadie insists that she needs something to chew on because her teeth hurt too. The upside to this? Sadie insists on splitting things with Michael and sharing. We'll see how long this lasts...
Sadie is actually helpful in her 'helping' now. We have a little trash collector, dish washer, and baby bather on our hands. Now to just teach her how to use the washing machine...
We'll post more after Michael's birthday.
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