I knew this stage would come, and I was sort of dreading it. Because, let's be honest, who really looks forward to a toddler up their ass all the live long day while trying to accomplish daily duties? It's bad enough that I haven't pooped or peed alone for almost two years. But you know what, I'm really enjoying this. Sure, everything takes twice as long as it did without her help. But her satisfaction and joy that comes from helping me? That's priceless. And I know that everything I'm patiently teaching her now is helping her to become a more independent kid and adult who can one day function without me around. There's a lot of satisfaction and joy in it for me too.
|Helping mommy stir the pancake batter|
|Helping mommy make granola|
by scooping oats from the container into
a measuring cup
|Helping mommy wash dishes|
(this doesn't actually help me
AT ALL, but I let her think it does)