[I know, I owe a monthly update, and this isn't it. But doesn't it tell you a lot about Chloë's current status?]
I set the girls up to play in the backyard this evening while I worked on dinner. I opened the sandbox and filled the water table, and provided two of the large buckets and fed them an equal number of raspberries. Then I went inside and opened the window. I chopped tomatoes and rolled pita bread, checking the window frequently. I loved having the kids playing outside while I worked without somebody wailing or clinging to my leg.
"I need flowers!" Chloë called to me when I went outside to cut parsley.
"Well, you know where they are," I said, pointing to the garden behind the garage, where there are a couple of marigold bushes that Chloë has picked from plenty of times.
"But those are marigolds, not flowers!" she said.
"Marigolds are flowers."
She said nothing, which surprised but pleased me, and I figured she'd accepted my word on it. I went back inside.
Presently, I saw Maia head toward the garden. I mentioned this to Eric as I finished chopping. "Should one of us head out there?" he said.
"Yeah, I'll go when I finish this." I suited action to word and went outside. But as I did, Maia came back. "Good timing," I told her.
"Mama," Chloë called. "I need help getting flowers. Maia didn't bring me any."
I looked at her, and then at Maia, and then back at her. "Did you send your sister to pick flowers for you?"
"Yes," she said, as Maia nodded vigorously. "So I need you to help me."
I went inside (after walking her to the garden) and reported this to Eric, who said, "She finally actually has her own minion."