Tonight when Josh took Rachel home tonight after a visit from her cousins, he left me home with both kids and a mess in the apartment. Trixie "helped" me wash the dishes, didn't spray me with water, or throw the plastic dishes I gave her to wash, "scrubbed" the cutting board, and didn't whine about finishing up.
She then did puzzles with me, cuddled, and took a bath when asked (and I could see she was getting tired). In short, she was the sort of angelic child that has been non-exisitent in these parts recently, and I really needed it tonight.
I expected a bad time of it because she is so very Daddy-oriented that I was afraid a two-hour absence would be enough to fuel a spectacular melt-down.
Oh -- Bailey sat in the bouncy chair and kicked the toys and cooed at us
(we took the chair with us from room to room). So they both get a gold
star.