I can't hardly do anything these days without having my little sidekick attached to my hip. I'm not complaining but lets just say it makes what used to be easy tasks, a little more complicated. First thing in the morning I get help taking a bath. Tylee makes sure I wash, shave, and is always worried that I don't lose my soap. She helps me out of the tub by holding my hand and always gets me a fresh towel, even if I don't need one. Then its on to Q-tips (that she throws away), lotion (that we both get), and deodorant (that we both get). I also get help picking out "panties", a shirt, and shoes. If she could see/reach my jeans, I'm sure she would help me pick those out too. A fashionista in the making!
I would guess that on Saturday's and Sunday's, Tylee doesn't get more than 5 feet away from me all day. I dust, she dusts. I vacuum, she vacuums (with her bubble popper). I get a drink, she gets a drink. I make lunch, she makes lunch. I just can't say no to that cute little voice asking, "Can I help you, Mama?"
One of my favorite activites for my littler helper and I to do is to cook dinner. I love to cook and having her there learning right beside me takes it to a whole different level of enjoyment. Unfortunately, I have a standard clause I feel obliged to say before I serve anyone food. It goes something like, "Tylee helped so I cannot promise you won't find anything in there that you wouldn't want to eat." Depending on the recipient, sometimes I elaborate more with specifics like, "Be careful so you don't swallow Tinkerbells shoes." Or possibly, "There may be some half eaten pepperonis and olives. I saw Tylee take several bites and then spit them back out on the pizza." I want to say I'm kidding, but I'm not. Don't worry though, I promise its safe to come eat at my house. I wouldn't serve that to anyone but Daddy.