Two experiences in the last week or so that have revealed to me how my kids are growing up:
1. Brian usually begins the day with a television show, so I asked him one morning if he'd like to watch Elmo. It's a favorite and I was sure he'd say, "yeah." Instead he said, "Pooh." So I put on an episode of Tigger & Pooh and he was quite happy. He's not a baby anymore. He knows what he wants and sometimes even asks rather than whining!
2. It was pretty late one morning and I was surprised Elizabeth hadn't gotten up yet. So I went up to check on her. The door was closed, but the light was on. I didn't disturb her and imagined she was getting dressed. (She's been pretty excited for VBS and gotten dressed upon waking most days.)
A good while passed and she still hadn't come down stairs. So, I took a peek into her room. She was sitting up in bed, fully dressed for the day, reading a book to herself - making up a story to go with the pictures. And she didn't hear me open the door, because the fan was on, so I was able to admire her "grown-up-ness" for a little while. I was so excited for her and touched by this moment of independence she was enjoying.