Independence always has its costs. Sometimes Rachel's independence seems to cost more on my end than it does on hers. She just loves to think she can do everything by herself.
The other day she went potty on her little potty...and emptied it into the big potty before I could make it in there to stop her. Luckily she didn't spill a drop. It isn't that I don't appreciate her helpful attitude. I merely happen to think that she isn't big enough to do some of the things she thinks she's big enough to do.
This morning she got a box of cereal from the table. I didn't even notice what she was doing until I heard the unambiguous sound of small, crunchy somethings spilling all over the floor.
I found her, box in hand, standing over a big mess. She wasn't intending on making a mess and had brought a bowl to catch the cereal. It, however, was completely buried under an anthill of cereal. We literally had to dig it out.
"Oh, Rachel..." I sighed.
"Yay!" she squealed, "Me hep me!"
"You did, didn't you? Now can you help you pick up all the cereal you spilled?"
"Yay!" she squealed again, "Me hep me!"
She was such a good helper to herself and picked up every last piece of cereal, all by herself. She was eating floor-cereal for snacks all day, too. Is it bad that I'm tired just thinking about tomorrow?