Tonight, Leah got her own water from the refrigerator dispenser. I got a cup down for her baby and next thing I know she is filling it up for water and asking for a straw. 

Later, when we were getting ready to sing night-night songs, Leah tried to turn off her own light like she always does. And, like always, she's about half an inch short. So we asked who was going to help her tonight- Mommy or Daddy? Except tonight, instead of answering ("Daddy", of course), she looked at us, looked around her room, found a book that's about an inch thick, placed it on the floor under the light switch, stepped on it, AND TURNED OFF THE LIGHT. I wish I had a picture of her face right then. Pure joy!

Two going on twenty-five.