Independence

I have never really been one of those mother's that mourn the passing of my kids baby years. The older they get, the more I like them. The older they get, the more fun it is to be with them.
As they get older, they also get more independent, which in my books is fabulous.
This week, the boy took his independence to another level. When he's hungry for a snack, he usually hits the pantry or fridge, hunts around and finds crackers, popcorn, fruit snacks, pickles, apples ... whatever it is he's got a hankering for. The other day, I guess those options just weren't going to cover what he was craving. So as I watched he grabbed the bread, peanut butter and a butter knife and placed it all on the island. Then he found his step stool and pulled it up to the counter. He then proceeded to make himself a very thick peanut butter sandwich, all of which he ate.
Next step?
Microwave!
*If you'll click on the picture, you can see the picture he drew on the white board ... "Brogan made a sandwich!"*