It was a great day when the boys learned to feed themselves. No more holding a baby spoon/fork in one hand and trying to eat my own dinner at the same time. A very liberating moment in a mom's life, to say the least.
But then it got better. They learned to use the bathroom by themselves. Sure, I may still have wiping duties but the time I've spent supervising potty time has drastically decreased in the past several years.
And then it got even better than that. If I was busy doing something or other, they could fetch things for me! They brought me the scissors, handed me a towel, picked up that piece of paper I dropped on the floor. It was awesome. WD has even had Big pup bring him a beer from the fridge a couple of times--but we won't talk about that.
And just when I thought that having kids couldn't get any cooler, it did.
Now that the boys are older and can understand rules and directions, for the first time ever we've been able to sit down and play games like Skip-Bo and UNO. And there's only a minimal amount of tears, smack talk, stomping away angry and throwing of cards.
But I'm getting better at that.