A Made Bed

This morning I was upstairs making our bed and sorting dirty laundry to be done.  Camilla was talking to herself and playing with her "Zeebee" in her room. She excitedly ran across to my room and exclaimed "Mate Bet! Mate Bet! Mate Bet!" over and over again. The poor kid, I couldn't understand what she was trying to tell me. With a giant smile on her face she grabbed my hand and led me into her room and stood me in front of her bed. She looked up at me with her little blue eyes and face glowing and patted her bed with one hand and said "Mate Bet!" It finally clicked! "Did you make your bed?" I asked her. She giggled a bit and looked up at me all pleased with herself and said, more calmly, "Mate Bet" (with a nod at the end). She was so proud of herself. It was adorable. She's such a little helper, making her bed all by herself. 

Yesterday she did awesome in nursery! She walked confidently over to a chair and puzzle and sat herself down by some other kids. I asked for a smooch and a hug, and then she let me leave, no tears this time! I peeked in the window after I closed the door, thinking it was too good to be true, and there she was sitting in her little chair showing a teacher her ducky puzzle piece and chatting up a storm. What a relief! Yesterday, all she could talk about was nursery. "Ree-tee (nursery)....FUN!!", "Puzzles", "Names" (games) and much much more that we couldn't understand. She's still talking about it today!