It's Where Clothes Go

Last night, I took off the sweatshirt I had been wearing and set it on the couch next to me.

Lucy came up a few minutes later and said something that I interpreted to be: You put this down, Mommy. (Her speech is improving, but I am still guessing about 65% of time). I agreed that I did put it down and went back to my reading.

Several minutes later, I went in to Lucy's room to change her diaper.

I was surprised to see my sweatshirt in Lucy's hamper.

It would seem that Lucy took it upon herself to pick up my sweatshirt and put it in her hamper.

Because that's where dirty clothes go.

And how cool is that?!

I have been making Emily put her dirty clothes in her hamper since she started dressing herself. If she takes something off, she immediately puts it in her hamper.

It actually winds up being a bit of a fight if I tell her something doesn't have to go in her hamper.

And then I smile to myself. Because I am fighting with my kid about picking up her clothes.

I know that this isn't likely to stay this way forever. We will most definitely go through the messy room and the fights about keeping it tidy, but I am still excited that the rudimentary seeds of neatness are starting to grow.

Now if I could only figure out how to keep my kitchen counters tidy...