Our Independent Brock

Brock is so independent. He's only 2-years-old... and he has to do everything himself. {I mean EVERYTHING!} He has to buckle himself in his carseat, he has to climb out of the car himself, he has to take off his own diaper... I mean seriously, this kid takes care of himself.

So, last night after fighting a couple of hours with our kids to go to bed, like always, we finally caved and let Brockie sleep with Tate. This morning I'm laying in bed and I can hear the fridge open and someone downstairs kicking around. I'm assuming it's Mike, although I'm too lazy to turnover and see if he's still in bed with me!

Soon, our door creaks open and there stands little Brock. He's went downstairs, climbed up the cupboard and got himself a cup. Then he opened the fridge and found the Diet Coke and poured himself a drink. {That alone proves that he's my child, although he looks just like the Claysons...the first thing he wants in the morning is a Diet Coke! Just like me!} Anyway, it's just so funny how he is.

Last week he got up early and went down stairs to the fridge. No Diet Coke that morning. So, he just got the brick of cheese and started nibbling on it!

Anyway... didn't mean to write a novel. But he's just not like my other kids, I get a kick out of how he takes care of himself!