Tonight as I was attempting to heat up dinner and feed us both quickly -- it is an unending source of frustration that by the time we leave Salem and get home and wash hands and change clothes and I get dinner on the table it is 7:45 -- Rachel kept offering things to me.
She took a green fork from the cup of baby implements and said, "for you, Mommy." (that's because she knows that green is my favorite color).
On the way home from daycare she said, "Mommy, want milk?" handing me her green cup of milk.
And toward the end of dinner she offered me her bowl of noodles.
She's either truly concerned about my welfare or worried that if she doesn't feed me, then I'll die and she'll be in deep, deep doo-doo.
She has also started to say, "I want Mommy books," earlier and earlier -- tonight it was 8 -- which is great because I get her down to sleep earlier, which means I can justify her getting up earlier -- but that means I have a kitchen of dirty dishes to clean up after she's asleep. Usually I manage to do most of the cleaning up while she's finishing dinner.
So, with that in mind, I think I'll head upstairs now. 'Night, everyone.
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