March 1

Brady meandered into the kitchen this morning and asked if he could make pancakes. 

Since he'd previously proven himself a competent pancake maker, I said sure.

Then I stood by the counter watching as he mixed the dry ingredients (because we're talking about scratch-made cakes here), measured out the milk, and carefully cracked the egg. (He can still use a little practice with that last bit but eh, cracking eggs can be challenging.)

Then he poured the batter onto the griddle and we watched as the little done-ness indicating bubbles gradually appeared. And then he flipped each one over, plated them when they were done, and repeated the process several times.

By the time he was finished, he had a pretty massive stack to consume. And, to my surprise, he plowed through the entire plate, chit-chatting as he slathered butter on each piece and sent them down the hatch.

I love to watch him be competent. I guess that sounds a little weird, but I was spoon feeding him not all that long ago so the development is indeed notable --and perhaps a bit bittersweet-- to me. It continues to be a blessing to see him grow up.