he can:
- brush his own teeth
- wipe after using the toilet (YAY. one of my least favourite jobs)
- use the toilet on his own
- wash his hands WITH SOAP on his own
- climb into, and out of, the bathtub ON HIS OWN
- change the channel on the tv
- load the dvd player
- put away cutlery and crockery (except knives)
- wash dishes
- put away his clothes
- get dressed (including socks and shoes)
- draw a spaceship
- draw an elevator (!!!!)
- beat me at bowling on the nintendo wii
- race daddy in driving games on the wii
- write his own name
- recognise all letters, and the sounds that go with most of them
- almost read basic words like cat and dog (he read 'stop' a few weeks back, but then regressed)
- read numbers up to 99. he constantly tells me how much things at the shops cost - with 100% accuracy
- i cook his food and pour his drinks, but he grows like a weed and soon he'll be tall enough and strong enough that he'll be able to get his own drinks and find food in the fridge if he's hungry.
- i wash his clothes, but he knows what buttons to push to start the machine, so he really only needs me to put the laundry powder in, get the clothes out of the machine, and hang them up - hes not that tall yet. if we had a front loader, he'd only need me for the laundry powder, which is stored about 6 feet up, because he can hang things on the rack inside.
- i turn on the taps for his bath, because he hasnt figured out how to balance the heat yet.
- i change the sheets on his bed, but hes getting pretty good at that, only the corners give him trouble.
- i push the start button on the dvd remote, but he'll figure that out soon enough and he wont need me at all.
except when he wakes up in the middle of the night in tears because of a dream he cant remember, and nothing will comfort him except for mummy's cuddles.
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