I can do it

Elias' abilities are starting to catch up with his desire for independence.  On Thursday I decided to cook out, and while I tended the hamburgers and hot dogs, Elias went inside (first he's handled the screen door), moved a chair to reach the top cabinents, and got a plate for himself.  Then he got a can of corn and brought it to me to open.  Then he scooted the chair over and got to his treat basket (oops), asking I help unwrap his single choice.  All this was without my direction and conducted with purpose and confidence.  We had a lovely dinner out on the deck.

Potty training is going well.  The last 3 weeks he's been dry at daycare with just two accidents, and Thursday night he pooped in the toilet for the first time.  Yesterday I was in my room and he ran to me with no pants on yelling "I pee-pee in toilet!" Great!  Yet, when I checked out the bathroom, everything was in order, with no water or toilet paper strewn about:  suspicious.  He still was proudly yelling "I pee-pee in toilet" and wanting to call "nanna and pappa and Uncle Ryan and Larkin and Clint and Evan and Kendra and Aunt Jennifer and..." so I followed him to the downstairs bathroom.  Sure enough, there were his pants.  He had pooped in that toilet and even wiped up afterwards by himself.  Worth calling everyone to brag, yes.