Max often likes to act like a father figure to Brooklyn; he really enjoys feeling older than her and, I believe, this comes moslty from a place of wanting to take care of her (and a little bit from a place of wanting to boss her around!)
Last night, after their bath, the kids sat down at their Ikea table to have their yogurts. Brooklyn has been feeding herself for a long time now (and will have it no other way) but yogurt, and yogurt containers, pose an obvisouly messy problem at times.
Brooklyn (eating her yogurt "toute seule" like a big girl at the table)
Max (said in proud big brother voice): "Look Mommy, she's doing really well with her yogurt"
Me (laughing): "Yes she is Max; she's using her spoon her really well and not droping any"
Max: "Good girl Brooklyn!"
As a funny aside about second children being so unbelievably independant; Brooklyn takes her bib off as soon as she is done eating and went right to the drawer where I keep her bibs last night and helped herself to a new bib as soon as I said the word "yogurt". She has also taken to opening the drawer where I keep the place mats, takign one out, climbing onto the table bench and helping to set the table! She's one and a half!
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