This morning, Z decided he wanted to try and dress himself.
He's got the stripping down part perfectly. He allowed me to put a fresh diaper on him, and to choose the clothes he was to wear. It probably was only because I'd chosen a fire engine shirt that he let my choice stand.
He got his shorts on successfully. Sure, they're inside out and backwards, but they are on all by himself. He was so proud of himself. He keeps coming up to me and talking about his pants. His shirt was not nearly so successful. After trying to put his head through the arm holes multiple times, he finally allowed my help.
He thinks he's pretty hot stuff though. It's pretty cute just how proud he is.