My Little Helper

Abby was so excited to wear her new t-shirt that her grandma got for her. I made her wear it on a Sunday so we could keep it nice and unstained for a long time. She is so proud of her new title; Big Sister. She often talks about how she can help her brother and sister when they come out. Here is a partial list: help them open their Christmas presents, read them books, teach them to play with toys, kiss and hug them, put dummies in their mouths when they cry, hold them, sing songs and make them laugh. I have no doubt she'll do all of those things and more.

I cannot believe what a great help she is to me all the time (now that my physical abilities are becoming somewhat impaired). Just this morning, she picked up the milk cap when I dropped it, got her own snack out of the jar, helped me make the beds and made her own dot-to-dot to do (that was pretty funny actually). She helps me get things off the floor and out from under furniture. She helps me cook (if something needs stirring), she can fold her own clothes (but that doesn't usually last too long), she puts the clean silverware away and she puts rolls of toilet paper in the proper cupboard (it is too low for me to do anymore). She can get me glasses of water (and I need a ton of them), spread her own cream cheese on a bagel, get herself dressed and put on her own sandals- we're still working on which shoe goes on what foot. The part that makes Paul and I most proud is that she is so excited to do all of these things. What a wonderful blessing to our family she is.