At Bella’s bedtime prayers Dom sits on the ottoman while I sit in the rocking chair with Bella in my lap. Recently I’ve been putting my swollen feet up on Dom’s lap and he’s been rubbing them. Last night and again tonight as soon as I put my feet up Bella tugged away the blanket on her lap to reveal her own pajama-clad feet. “Ouch, feet hurt.” she declared, thrusting them in her father’s direction. And so Dom took them in his hands and rubbed them.
We have the same thing with laundry – Cherub helps to put the dirty clothes in, then sometimes tries to add clean ones she finds drying over the radiator .
Too funny. I just went looking for the socks I put on her this morning… and found them in her hamper. At least she’s tidy when she takes off her clothes. I guess that makes up for the frustration of hunting for them.
It’s just a question of channeling that tidiness urge, isn’t it. Cherub’s new game the last couple of days is dumping a heap of books from the bookcase in her room onto the floor. I caught her this morning in mid-dump.
Me: “What’s all that on the floor?” (she looks puzzled and slightly put out that I have interrupted her game) … “A mess!”
Her: “Hmm … mess!” … thinks … lightbulb moment … a cry of triumph … “AWAY!!!!”, and starts picking up the books and putting them back on the shelf.
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