Vincenzo recently learned to buckle himself into the car. It was kind of a shock one day when I told him we were about to head out to the store and then he completely disappeared; it took me a couple minute to realize he had opened the car door, hopped in the car seat, and buckled himself in. Halleluiah! Life is SO much easier this way.
The only problem is Vincenzo notoriously forgets to put his shoes on first, and I don’t think to look at his feet before starting up the car to leave. He has shown up to the doctor’s office, to restaurants, even to school field trips in completely bare feet.
So I guess I was..proud of him when we drove to a friend’s house for dinner last night, unbuckled our five-year-old from his car seat, and he hopped out of the car wearing this:
Yes, I am the mother who puts the keys in the ignition then has to ask, “Is everyone’s seatbelt buckled?” then follow it up with, “And does everyone have pants on?”
Baby steps. Baby steps.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Apricot glazed chicken
Pasta with pesto sauce
Asparagus of some sort