The other night we put Logan to bed after reading the book "The Day You Were Born". He asked to have the book in bed, so we agreed, and I watched him after I left the room - he turned over to his tummy, opened the book, and started whispering to himself like he was reading in bed. He put his chin in his hands and studied the pictures on the pages. I couldn't help but have a flashback of that first night we had him home from the hospital and we put him in his crib for the first time to see what it would be like to look at our baby in his crib. He was so tiny, just a little lump of squishy newborn, and here he was reading in bed.
And today, my little independent man, is eating Kashi crackers for breakfast ... with a fork.
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