Despite (or maybe because of) the fact that everyone in the house has bronchitis/pneumonia the laundry mountain keeps growing, and the daily loads need to be done. Today while I was folding the laundry at the table, Martha took the role of supervisor. Apparently I did okay, because when I was done she clapped her hands and said “Yay Mumma, good job! Me you high five!” Its a good day when a 2yo approves of your laundry skills.
Martha is kindasorta potty training. She spent the morning alternating between sitting on her potty watching Daniel Tiger, and standing up, bending over the potty, and making retching noises and spitting. She then (every time) proudly says- “I poooked!” Apparently being the only person in the house who didn’t get the stomach bug going around has her feeling left out.