She came in through the bathroom window

Thank you Beatles lyrics for lending a certain presence to this short blog...

My youngest daughter, Miss C, is 3 years old. Most days she spends her time at home with me. We color, we play dough, we watch cartoons, we read, etc. In and around all of our time together we are working on communication, responsibility, and understanding. And by this I mean, not whining or yelling, not saying "Stop!" at the top of our lungs, and picking up the 50 million tiny pieces of paper littering the floor after "cutting craft hour" : )
While child # 2 was taking a bath I thought it would be nice to have the little one help me clean up the girl's bedroom a bit. So I took in a big rubber "tub" to fill with the overflow dirty clothes currently smooshed up on the closet floor. After she figured out that sitting on a stool in the closet while trying to throw the clothes behind her head in to the bin wasn't actually going to work, we had a great time, and she was quite enthusiastic.
The funny part of this story was when it came to her time to take a bath. I usually have the girls put their clothes in the laundry basket and then scoot on in to the bathtub. Except that this time the basket was still in the basement, leaving only the "tub" mentioned above. Unfortunately for the communication portion of our learning, she thought when I said to put her clothes in the tub, I meant the BATHTUB!! Poor girlie, she kept going back and forth from the bedroom to the bathroom, dirty clothes in hand, with a completely confused look on her face! When I finally figured out what the issue was(a little slow on the uptake!) she was able to put her clothes up and hop in the correct tub!

Just another little snippet of an average day in my mommy life!