Today we cleaned out the playroom.
We have a small room upstairs. It's hidden away. It holds a massive amount of toys, my old play kitchen, and the easel my brother made for her.
This room holds every toy she's ever received. True story. I have never thrown one thing away because, well, we have the room for it, right? Plus, I throw toys in there and never think about them again. They are very much out of sight, out of mind. So, after many weeks of telling her I would go up and clean her playroom, I finally did it. While I was cleaning, she "cooked" me a meal of toast and peanut-butter-and-jelly-and-carrot-juice in her tiny play blender. Then when I pretended to eat all of it, she told me I didn't finish. Then when I finally finished to her satisfaction, she asked if she could make me more. "Of course, Emma Kay, you can make me more."
She used a pizza cutter to peel the carrot before she put it in the blender. She kept telling me she was "almost dun peewing the cowwot for the juice." I like when I catch little moments like that. Where I see her doing something the same way I do, where I realize that she is learning from me, even when I'm not teaching. It fills me with a sense of pride.
I must be doing something right.
The playroom was clean for about 5 minutes. Deaners tore some stuff down already, and I'm pretty sure he ate something he wasn't supposed to. Emma kept saying "Mama, look at this!" "Mama, look what I found!" After picking up the first layer of princess clothes and wands, we found some stuff we all forgot we had. It was a big task and I'm glad it's over.
Now to take a nap.