No, I am not talking about a great glass of wine I had... but that would be nice. I am talking about the Gremlin. She has been such a good helper since her brother arrived. When she wants to be, of course.
Here are just a few examples of her stepping up to help.
We all went to the river for a run last week. My husband took the kids in the dualie. I ran solo. Despite the fact that he had a double stroller, two kids and a car seat, he still beat me. This is not surprising if you know my husband. Anyway. As I was finishing up they were walking around doing a cool down and there was the Gremlin, leaning over the car seat holding the bottle for her brother. She was actually doing a very good job. She had the nipple firmly in his mouth and the bottle tipped up so there was no air in the end. And at least while I was watching she didn't drink from it, although I am sure she tried at some point.
She has decided that the laundry is her official chore, which is great, since most of it is hers anyway. She can load the washing machine, transfer the clothes from the washer to the dryer, unload the dryer and sort the clean laundry all by herself. She has even learned how to turn the machines on and off. While this might scare some people, I'm not too worried about it. I'm not a fan of sorting laundry or folding it in a timely fashion, so more power to her.
Check it out.
We had some friends over for dinner the other night and had 2.0 in the bouncey seat on the floor. Normally we keep him on the counter to prevent a certain someone from climbing all over him. When we first brought him home, she would try to climb into the seat even if he was already occupying it. Well, now it seems she is cool with him sitting in it. She was kneeling in front of the seat playing with him. They both were having a great time and entertaining each other. :) She even started "gently" bouncing the seat when we got fussy and placed her head on his belly to give him a hug. He was all smiles.
Every morning when she wakes up, the first thing she says is is name and points to the wall between their rooms. As soon as she is dressed, she wants to go get him and she ALWAYS helps me pick out his clothes for the day. This is actually a good thing. If you ever saw me, you would know her fashion sense is probably better than mine anyway.
When we are all in the car, if he spits up or spits out his pacifier, she says "uh oh" and points at him. If she can, she will grab the pacifier and put it back in his mouth...the right way and all. Sometimes she is so eager to do this particular job, she will pull it out of his mouth just to put it back in. We are working on this one.
And, most lovely and possibly problematic, she has started calling him "mine". In the morning when I take her to the nanny, I set 2.0 down in the car seat while we get settled. The girls we do the nanny share with are very interested in him and they always come over and want to see him and rock his car seat. Inevitably, the Gremlin will drop what she is doing, scream bloody murder and run over to him. She grabs their hands and pulls them off the car seat repeating "mine, mine" over and over. So this morning I told her she was in charge of him from now on. She has to feed him, change his diapers, hug him when he is sad, the whole gambit.
Know what she said? OK.
I think I just found my new nanny. :)
Here she is bouncing him and two-fisting her breakfast.
Here are just a few examples of her stepping up to help.
We all went to the river for a run last week. My husband took the kids in the dualie. I ran solo. Despite the fact that he had a double stroller, two kids and a car seat, he still beat me. This is not surprising if you know my husband. Anyway. As I was finishing up they were walking around doing a cool down and there was the Gremlin, leaning over the car seat holding the bottle for her brother. She was actually doing a very good job. She had the nipple firmly in his mouth and the bottle tipped up so there was no air in the end. And at least while I was watching she didn't drink from it, although I am sure she tried at some point.
She has decided that the laundry is her official chore, which is great, since most of it is hers anyway. She can load the washing machine, transfer the clothes from the washer to the dryer, unload the dryer and sort the clean laundry all by herself. She has even learned how to turn the machines on and off. While this might scare some people, I'm not too worried about it. I'm not a fan of sorting laundry or folding it in a timely fashion, so more power to her.
Check it out.
We had some friends over for dinner the other night and had 2.0 in the bouncey seat on the floor. Normally we keep him on the counter to prevent a certain someone from climbing all over him. When we first brought him home, she would try to climb into the seat even if he was already occupying it. Well, now it seems she is cool with him sitting in it. She was kneeling in front of the seat playing with him. They both were having a great time and entertaining each other. :) She even started "gently" bouncing the seat when we got fussy and placed her head on his belly to give him a hug. He was all smiles.
Every morning when she wakes up, the first thing she says is is name and points to the wall between their rooms. As soon as she is dressed, she wants to go get him and she ALWAYS helps me pick out his clothes for the day. This is actually a good thing. If you ever saw me, you would know her fashion sense is probably better than mine anyway.
When we are all in the car, if he spits up or spits out his pacifier, she says "uh oh" and points at him. If she can, she will grab the pacifier and put it back in his mouth...the right way and all. Sometimes she is so eager to do this particular job, she will pull it out of his mouth just to put it back in. We are working on this one.
And, most lovely and possibly problematic, she has started calling him "mine". In the morning when I take her to the nanny, I set 2.0 down in the car seat while we get settled. The girls we do the nanny share with are very interested in him and they always come over and want to see him and rock his car seat. Inevitably, the Gremlin will drop what she is doing, scream bloody murder and run over to him. She grabs their hands and pulls them off the car seat repeating "mine, mine" over and over. So this morning I told her she was in charge of him from now on. She has to feed him, change his diapers, hug him when he is sad, the whole gambit.
Know what she said? OK.
I think I just found my new nanny. :)
Here she is bouncing him and two-fisting her breakfast.
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