My Sweet Little Cleaning Fairy

Yes, you read the title right. I now have my own, personal, sweet little cleaning fairy. Her name is Lana.

I have to tell you that the past couple of months, she has been trying SO hard to be such a good girl. She will tell me in the morning, "Mom, I am going to be really good today." And then she does it. She cleans up her messes without being asked, she helps her sisters and brother, she obeys, and is just pleasant to be around.

This morning, I was trying to shower and get ready for the day and, as usual, Hayden and Kate were making messes. As I am starting to blow-dry my hair, sweet little Lana comes in my bathroom and says, "I want you to come see every room." I knew what that meant, and I was so relieved. I am getting some sort of icky something and am just not feeling 100%. So to have my sweet girl surprise me today was such a treat.

I followed her into her room, where she had been playing Barbies earlier today. This is what I found:

Then she was beaming as she opened the door to Hayden's room. She had fixed his covers on his bed because they were already messed up because two little monkeys had been jumping on it after I made it. Hmmm...Wonder who that could be? She even put all of his stuffed animals neatly in the corner of his bed. And, oh no, it doesn't end there...


She then leads me to the family room where there had been a bunch of foamy puzzle pieces all over the floor as well as the pieces to a huge Dora floor puzzle. I wasn't looking forward to sorting through those and putting them away. You know when your head hurts and the dumbest tasks seem so hard? Yeah, that was me this morning. So I was thrilled to find this:

Do you see any puzzle pieces? I don't either. Whew. What a good kid. I gave her a big hug and told her I love her and what a big helper she is. Then I had to go finish my hair before Hayden and Kate ripped all of her hard work apart.

When I got done with my hair, I came out into the kitchen to find my sweet little Lana washing the few sippy cups that were in the sink.

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes when I walked into the kitchen and said, "I'm doing the dishes now!"

She was even smiling as she washed. What a good girl! And check her out! She's obviously observant. She knows that to me the dishes aren't done and the kitchen clean until the sink is washed out and dried.

After she finished her list of jobs that she did for me, she said, "Mom, I wish it was my week so that you could say what you love about me is that I helped you clean." (We all rotate having turns being spotlighted in the family where, among other things, everyone has to say one thing they love about the person being spotlighted after we say family prayers at night.) How cute is she?! I told her it doesn't have to be her week for me to love that about her. I told her I love it about her today even though it isn't her week and that I would blog the pictures so everyone could see what a good girl she was today. She is still beaming.