My helper

The other week, Ryan took Ava and Kate to church while Olivia stayed home with Mommy to help me clean the house in between showings (we officially surpassed #60 this past weekend).

But I digress. : )

As we moved around the house, Olivia stayed faithfully by my side, sweeping a bit in each room, and just enjoying the chance to be on her own.

She was quite the happy helper.

As we were leaving a room, I caught myself thinking, "cleaning seems simple and fun with just one helper.  Those were the days . . ."

Then I thought back to that time  . . .and how the thought of trying to clean the "whole" house while Ava was awake even then at times seemed like "work."

Oh how perspective and time changes our mindsets - huh?! : )

It was a good reminder to embrace the sweetness of this stage I find myself in with our girls and not just let the parts that can exhaust me take center stage.

Because all too soon, I will be looking wistfully over my shoulder at today and wishing for the simplicity of giggle, hugs and baby dolls.

Besides, you should see my 3 helpers dust.  I'll put them up against your cleaning lady any day.  : )