My sweet Peyton never ceases to amaze me. She's a born housewife, through and through. I swear that today, at 19 months old, she's a better housewife than I am. To anyone who knows Peyton, it's no secret that she's impeccably clean. From about a year old, she's been obsessed with with wiping down any "dirty" surface. I've caught her taking a baby wipe to the kitchen floor--down on her hands and knees, literally scrubbing the heck out of it. Once when she was 13 months old she picked up a t-shirt, asked Bryan to pick her up, then pointed towards the window; when he got her there, she immediately started cleaning the window in circular motions. My sister Leigh and I love to laugh about the times when Peyton's cousin Norah would make a mess while eating and Peyton would quickly come to the rescue--diligently cleaning Norah's crumbs. Just the other day, in the living room, she pulled out a basket of Christmas ornaments (yes, I need to get those to the basement...) and played with them. I got busy doing something in the kitchen and by the time Peyton came into the kitchen, I figured I should go clean up the ornaments seeing as I was sure she'd pulled them all out. I walked into the living room to see the ornaments placed NEATLY back in the basket... organized more precisely than I ever would have!
And then of course, it's no secret that she loves to cook:
And her mothering instincts are already quite present: