Since we’ve been home, my usual routine when I put Blythe down for nap or bed is to occupy Cate and Meg with a show or activity while I go upstairs. Generally speaking, I’m out of sight 10 minutes or less.
Tonight I came downstairs to find Meg had decided she couldn’t wait for me to get done to get a glass of milk. She climbed up onto the counter, got out a kid cup, got out the jug of milk, poured it, spilled it, and then got paper towels and cleaned up the spill. I don’t know whether to be angry that she didn’t just wait, and that she made a mess, or if I should be proud that she took care of her own needs, and even cleaned up when she made a mess. I’m certainly not too excited about the idea of her climbing onto the counters lest she fall, but I also love her taking initiative and taking care of her own needs. Also, it was milk. She wasn’t trying to get cookies. Should I push patience or independence?
Sort of a side note, I asked Meg why she didn’t just wait for me, and she told me, “I was hot so I needed to get a drink to cool down.” Yum! Nothing like a cold glass of milk to refresh you. Blech. And we’re in an air conditioned house.
I just don’t know what I’m going to do with Meg sometimes. She’s both a mess and a riot.