One thing that gives me hope, though, is Jameson's ever increasing independence. Well, he's actually always been super independent, but more and more he can put that independence to good use. Sometimes, I forget that he's only three. It's a compliment to him, but it can occasionally add friction to our relationship. I get so used to his maturity that when he does have a "bad" day, it usually takes me awhile to remember he's only three. In the meantime, I end up getting us both worked up because I'm treating him like he's an adult. You know, I lose my temper a little when he forgets to cut the grass or he leaves a load of laundry wet in the washer or forgets to pack his lunch for school. Once I've reduced him to tears, then it hits me -- oh yeah, he's a toddler.
Here are some pictures of Jameson the helper.
Some english muffin pizzas at lunch.
Jameson helping at dinner time.
Sometimes those babies just... won't... cooperate.