Miss Independent.

Sassy has been working on her independence for a while now. Like, since birth. Her height (or lack of) has always worked against her…there’s only so much you can do when your little hands won’t reach higher than the edge of the countertops.

Our last trip to Moab she learned some mountain climbing skills, and has been scaling the heights of our cabinets and refrigerator with ease. If she’s hankering for cereal, she gets the box out, climbs up 5 feet of cabinetry to get the bowl, climbs back down, opens the fridge to pull out the gallon of milk, and then gets a spoon. It’s quite a site watching her ferry it all to the table and pour it herself. What makes it all worthwhile is the fact that she then does it in reverse to put it all away….a Child’s Play first from any of my kids at so young an age. She even cleans up the inevitable spilled milk!

All in all, she goes for the healthy stuff…fruits, granola bars, Naked juice…but if she ever closes herself in the pantry then I know she’s only there for one reason. Marshmallows.

Lately she’s gained some more dexterity in her fingers and been able to button and unbutton things, like, anything I dress her in. I button the shirt and pants up, and next thing I know she’s run into her room, unbuttoned them and taken them off, and brought me back an old hand me down sleep shirt (4 sizes to big) from Golfer.

She’s reached a certain level of autonomy that makes it possible for her to do just about anything she sets her mind on, without consulting the powers that be (Me!)…and has taken the maxim ‘it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission’ to heart.

4 year olds…gotta love ’em. Their can-do and come-hell-or-high-water attitude is quite inspirational, if it doesn’t drive you crazy first.