Sometimes Will is so independent it breaks my heart. I was sewing in the dining room, Nic was napping in the living room, Ellie was in her jumparoo and Will was playing all over the downstairs with his toys. It was 4:45.
He went into the kitchen, and, without a word to me about being hungry or wanting a snack, emerged with a mustard sandwich. It was two pieces of bread with nothing but mustard in the middle. He had a paper towel and a plate (since a little mustard was dripping out the bottom of his sandwich). And a bowl of applesauce with a baby spoon for Eloise.
He ate his entire sandwich of just mustard and bread sitting next to me at the table, so proud that he made it all by himself, and he attempted to feed Ellie as she jumped (this is virtually impossible, so I diverted him after the first spoonful).
I absolutely adore him. I love that he was hungry and went about finding a solution. And that being hungry himself, he assumed that Ellie might be hungry, too, and took care of HER, too.
