Too much of a good thing

In the past I've complained that Genevieve doesn't help me when dressing her. I've had to chase her across the floor attempting to catch her squirming appendages with her outfits as nets. This is no longer the case. Genevieve is fully aware of the concept of getting dressed. She doesn't always want to participate as she might be busy playing with a toy or trying to break something of value but sometimes she can be very helpful. I will hold out a shirt and she'll place her arms in the sleeves. I can lay her on her back and she'll put her legs through the waist band of her pants. More often than not she'll end up with both of her legs in one pant leg. Comical as this may seem, it is wise not to leave her this way as Carrie will yell at me.

A little help is certainly appreciated but as she has gotten older she has become more assertive. When putting on her shoes she insists on helping. I lay out her socks and shoes on the floor and she'll sit right next to them. Well, sometimes she'll sit completely across the room but at least I don't have to chase her. After repositioning myself and the shoes within range of her feet I begin the delicate operation.

Like a good surgical assistant G will hand me items one by one. Sock! sock. Sneaker! Sneaker. Scalpel! scalpel? However, unlike a good surgical assistant she is incredibly impatient. I can be in the middle of putting a sock on her foot and she'll grab the other off the floor and hand it too me. "Thank You," she'll say proffering the sock. I try to ignore this and finish the task at hand. "Thank You!!!" she adds impatiently. Her pitch rising; the sock waving frantically, "THANK YOOOUU!!!!" Even though I'm not done I cannot ignore her any longer. I take the offered sock and place it in my lap as I continue to struggle with the one I've got. Genevieve is not so easily appeased. She'll point at the other sock and whine as if to say, "Daddy, what is wrong with you?!?! I gave you a perfectly good sock to use and you've just cast it aside. Don't you love me? If you loved me you would have used the sock that _I_ gave you." Maybe I'm reading into it but she sure does whine. Eventually I'll get the first sock on her foot and begin with the second. However by now she's moved on to the sneakers and the cries of thank you have reached a feverish pitch. "Carrie!" I bellow, "Can you put on Genevieve's shoes?!?!"