Indulge me.

As a mom, I'm naturally incredibly impressed by everything my sons do. I think we've all seen how many pictures I feel compelled to take of them, often doing everyday tasks such as eating cereal or sitting in a stroller. I've made a conscious effort not to turn this blog into an ever-gushing highlight reel of each and every accomplishment (believe me, I could . . . and I still might) but I thought that this warranted a post.

This past Saturday Chuck and I were providing a nursery during a funeral service and had handed out papers and crayons to the twelve or so little kids sitting around the table. I reminded everyone to write their names on their papers and offered assistance to those who needed it when Clyde suddenly waved his paper in the air:
Yep, my two-year-old (okay, he's almost three) wrote his own name! And if the paper's edge had extended a little bit more on the right, the letters would have been in order. Finding himself out of room after the 'D', however, Clyde chose to relocate the 'E' to a spot above.

Pretty awesome, eh?