Mini-milestones

My kids are growing up. Here are a few of the less-recognized advances they've made. (I toyed with the titles "furlong stones" and "kilometer stones," but it sounded too nerdy, even for me.)

Elijah now calls me "Dad." Not Daddy, but Dad.
Rosalie now uses the kind of toothpaste that she must spit out.
Lucy is taking baths in the regular tub, not the little blue plastic one on the counter.