Things I Love

After bath, I was drying off Little One while Miss, all clean and PJ-ed, restlessly headed out the open door and across the hall. 

C: "Little Miss! Hey! Where are you crawling off to?!"

LO: "Mommy Mom! It's ok, Mommy.  She just crawling into my room.  It's ok She goes in there, mom.  She can play with all my stuff in there!  Mommy, don't worry.  If She makes a BIG big mess, I can clean it up for Her.  -Hear me Missy! S'okay you can play in there!  You can do ever you want to do there! You can play my dress-up clothes you want to! - I will clean up mommy.  Let's just make sure She can be happy and have fun, okay?"

I know there will be days that it won't be this way.  So for the sake of balance, I want to record for posterity that tonight, it was.  (And for the sake of those of you concerned I let my 9 month old roam the house, know that Little One's room is directly across the hallway from the tub, so I could see them both the whole time.)