Oh, our little helper. She is right smack in the middle of the sweetest age ever. If I’m cooking, she wants to cook, too. Last night, she actually put together most of our dinner salad. If I’m folding clothes, she wants to be right in the middle of my pile, trying to help sort through. She wants to load the washer, and she likes to put her clothes away in the hamper. Her morning chore is filling the dogs water bowl, and she rarely has to be reminded of it.
Just yesterday, she knew that Tim was doing yard work, and she was so eager to get her little gloves on, so she could go outside and help him. She pulled weeds, but didn’t last long because of the humidity. Notice the red cheeks and sweaty head :)
She’s like a little sidekick, always willing to lend a hand, and I’ve recently realized that, 9 times out of 10, she really is helping me out. I find myself calling her for favors, and she does them with no questions asked. She’s happy to help.
Something tells me that I should take full advantage of this while I can.