This morning, quite early (well, it felt early) Charlie came bounding into our room. After I shooshed him to be quiet, he proceeded to explain the following to me in a rather loud whisper:
"Mom, Pete climbed out of his crib all by himself." (Pete doesn't normally do this. He usually yells "Mooooooooom" or "Daaaaaaad" until we get in there.)
Charlie continued, "And he went downstairs."
Me, "Oh ya, what is he doing?" I was expecting the normal response of "he's on the counter getting into the treats".
But instead he said, "I think he's growing up."
Charlie is right. Pete is growing up. After holding little Rosie, Pete is a giant! He is talking more and more, he's wanting to sit on the potty, he gets himself dressed, he helps himself to the fridge. And he LOVES his baby sister.