Maggie is getting more and more independent and wanting to be treated like a kiddo and not a baby. She will either climb into her high chair and sit down herself, or she'll insist on sitting on a big-person chair at the table. She increasingly wants to be the one to handle her spoon or fork, from plate to mouth and back again. When I'm cooking and she nags me to pick her up so she can see what I'm doing, she'll fetch herself a stool to stand on if I suggest it. She praises herself for doing things alone. She'll look at me after she accomplishes her task and say "Self!"
Story for this week: Maggie and I were out in the backyard the other day. I was moving rocks around, rebuilding one of our retaining walls; Maggie was digging and reorganizing toys and chasing Eliza and ... sitting quietly for an extended period of time? I walked over and sat next to her. "What are you doing, Maggie?" "Eating rocks." And she was. The proof was in the diaper the next day too.
