my little helper...

so, i was folding laundry (because i have done like six loads and not folded a thing), and nora was playing in her room. she came running out and into the bathroom. i went to check in a minute, because she loves to play with the soap and take a bath in the sink. but, she's pretty independent in the bathroom, so i don't think too much of her going in it!

so, i go in and she has her underwear in the toilet and she tells me she's just washing them for me. and then, i smell it. she'd had an accident (our first one in FOREVER!), and was trying to fix it. so, we had to have a talk about coming to mommy... after she'd stepped in it and gotten it all over the floor and the dog was barking at something crazy outside, so i had to go investigate and leave my daughter hopping on one foot, covered in poop, because james just went down for a nap and while the clomping of plastic glass slippers on the tile for two hours won't wake him up, the dog barking will and i have too much to do before he wakes up.

my sweet little helper!!