My Child is MY child

Organization. When people hear that word there are a few possible reactions. People like me like that word. Organization usually eliminates chaos & leaves unanswered/assumed questions/thoughts answered. There are other people whom organization is not their thing. I will refer to them as the fly by the poop in your pants people. They may not have poop in their pants but we'll imagine for fun. They may see the organized type as an overachiever or perhaps a whacked out control freak. Obviously these 2 are not the only types but are just 2 examples from me.

Yesterday afternoon, I was steam cleaning the oft soiled (by baby todd) carpet in the front room. Jessica was making Ellie's food. When I say making she was cutting, cooking, and puree-ing her fruits & veggies. Ellie decided that she wanted to sit in her high chair & snack a bit. Jessica gave her some pieces of chicken & some cheese puffs. She placed them in a pile in the center for Ellie. A few minutes later Jessica realized Ellie had sorted her chicken from her puffs. It was a proud moment for me. I don't know what's normal for a 9 month old (today by the way), but I wonder where she'll go from here. Maybe laundry. Separating the lights from the darks, towels from the clothes. I know that'd make Jessica happy.