For your reading pleasure, a disjointed set of tiny stories of Charles and his progress.
This morning, for the first time that I know of, Charles put on his pants by himself. I had gone in to check on him after Mom and Corwin headed out and he was, as is his wont these days, sitting on the floor in his room wearing just a shirt. He apparently grasps that in the morning he needs new clothes, so he takes as much of his old ones off as he can. But then he simply waits passively until Dad happens to wander by to get him new underwear. I did that and wandered off again to deal with Alice. When I got back, Charles had put on both his underwear and gotten out some pants from his dresser and put them on. Shirts are still a bit much for him, though.
Charles can also now put on his jacket. He does this by laying it on the floor, outer side down and inverted relative to him (so that his head and the jacket’s hood are next to each other). He then leans over, sticks his arms in the sleeves and flips the jacket over his head. He’s inventive, if not efficient.
Charles is also learning about storing things. I let him take cars and trucks to his daycare, but make him leave the in the van so they don’t get lost/broken. His previous habit was to simply drop them on the floor in front of his seat, but now he carefully puts them in webbing attached to the base of his seat so that he can more easily find them on the return trip (presuming he doesn’t go on the bus with Mom).
Charles is not acquiring good eating habits, however. He’s turned from “if it’s on my plate, it’s good to eat” to being a rather picky eater who likes only macoroni and cheese (and sometimes hot dogs). When he’s forced to eat things like peas or lima beans, he chews on them a bit and then pops over to the garbage can to spit out the remains. This is hard to stop because the alternative is for him to not use the garbage can. This seems to be the worst of both worlds, but he’s probably getting some nutrional value due to the chewing.