I love...

helpful three-year-olds. The oldest of my twins is so amazingly helpful.

"Rowan can you please bring me the deodorant?"

"Okay," she says cheerfully and the next thing you know there she is with it.


"Mommy, I helped the baby take her shirt off," she announces, as I walk into the bathroom to supervise the girls disrobing for bathtime.


"Mommy, see! I got the brush, comb, and lotion for my hair," she says proud of her accomplishments. I only asked that she get the brush and comb.


"Jory, here's your jacket," she says with glee, as she hands her big brother his jacket as she carries her own.


"O-b-e-d-e-n-c-e, Mommy, I singing the song," she sings.

She left out the "i", but hey she's trying. Now if she'd only remember that song when it comes to listening. "Good job, Rowan!"


"Look, Oma, I found your glasses," she smiles, as she presents her Oma's very much needed reading glasses.

I love helpful three-year-olds who do it joyfully.