Rio, for the most part, has been a HUGE help with the boys. She is another set of hands to grab a spit cloth (now known to our family as a "barthy" because Rio thinks the word barf is actually "barth"), sing and dance in their faces, "plug the whole" (stick in a soother) and just generally entertain them.
Today,when both boys were fed, I put them safely in their bouncy chairs in the living room with Rio who was on PBS playing a game. I heard yelling shortly thereafter so I asked Rio if they were fine and she said "It's just the yellow guy mom" (Asher in a yellow sleeper) assuring me everything was ok. Within 2 minutes, both boys were crying. I was about to stop pumping and go rescue them when I suddenly heard Rio break into Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. She sang that once and the crying didn't stop so I heard her say "Soothers!" and then she ran into the kitchen to grab two and try to stop the crying. It was only when the crying didn't stop that I heard "Muuuummmmmyyyy" and I went to help.
That is my little mama. I couldn't believe she pulled out the singing and the soothers before she even asked for help. Now, while I type this beside them, she's on the floor going back and forth dangling toys while they lie on their activity mats. What a girl!
ps - Another quick Rio anecdote - Yesterday we were at the park and she was on the swings. After I got her going, she started pumping her legs as daddy taught her. She looked at me with a funny look on her face so I knew something good was coming...she said "Mommy, I'm pumping my legs not my boobies" and then she laughed her head off. What a ham. Damn that pump. Even the 4 year old is making jokes about it!