Benson made his own breakfast this morning. I have been waiting for this day for 3 years 6months and 6 days. Well maybe not quite that long but it has been on my mind for quite a while. You see, I'm not a huge fan of waking up at the whim of another person and although I still do it, and will continue to do it, I'm really not a fan. Today started out the same as any other.
Benson: Mommy! Time to wake up! It's light outside!
Me: Benson it's not 7 yet. You can either get in bed with me and snuggle or you can go play downstairs by yourself until 7.
Benson: Fiiiiiiine. Daaaaaaddy!
Me: He's at school, buddy.
Benson: Mmmmm (walks downstairs. I hear toilet flushing
Me: (making bed quickly so as to run downstairs to avert the disaster that is eminent. Now quietly shuffling downstairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of the action before it happens. I sneak a peak over the edge and he's pouring just the right amount of yogurt into his bowl, then replaces the lid on the yogurt and begins to eat! Eureka! This is great!)
(still Me): Benson! Good job, buddy! You got your own breakfast!
Benson: (absolutely BEAMING with joy) Yeah mom! I was hungry so I got some yogurt all by myself!
Wow. Today is going to be a great day, I can just feel it.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Posted by Carrie at 6:15 AM