Helping Out

Last night, I was busy trying to get myself ready for bed and my husband offered to help get the little one ready for bed to save me some effort and time.

I thought to myself, with a silent snicker, "Oh gooood...this should go over well..."

"It would be great if you could get the munchkin in her pajamas while I'm busy!" I say.

I hand my husband my daughter's pajamas, my daughter, and head out of the room.

In my mind, I was reflecting on how this scene usually goes for me:

Wild, squirmy, resistant baby.

Laughing and tossing and turning.

Running away and squealing.

The thing is, I didn't hear any of these noises coming from the bedroom.

And when I peeked my head in to see how the process was coming along, I saw my daughter, sitting peacefully, lifting up her foot to gently and easily place it into the matching leg of her pajamas.

So patient.

So helpful.

Just a sweet, "Daddy, I love you." smile on her face.

Unbelievable.