My girls were preparing for bed earlier this evening. They took a shower, brushed their teeth (still a battle) and got their PJs from the closet in the playroom. All throughout this process, I was just watching them from afar, making sure no one gets rushed to the emergency room.
When it was time to put on their pajamas, my three-year old daughter still wanted to do it on her own.
"Nemo is a big girl! No more baby!"
Smiling at this progress, I gave her shirt and just let her be. I continued working on my deliverables for work. A few minutes after, I heard loud giggles, one of them sounding halfway giggle, halfway crying.
This is what I saw:
|Where did the other arm-hole go, Mom?|
But still, I give my daughter A for initiative. That's progress right there. I am confident you'll do it right next time.