doing it himself

I let Daniel dress himself most days. That means he gets to pick out pants, then a shirt. There's usually heavy negotiations about the shirt, because he inevitably wants to wear his "Lightning McQueen" or "Thomas" t-shirts and I want him to wear something warmer. Regardless, I'm proud of the days when he does it all himself, even if he doesn't match. Red sweatpants and orange sweatshirt? Okay. Camo pants and Thomas shirt? Okay. Shoes on the wrong feet? Sometimes I don't even notice. Because let's face it, these small steps toward independence are more important in idea than execution. We'll work on the fine points later - like high school.
--Misty