Warning: I mention my underclothes in this message.
Reid has started a new part-time job as a personal dressing assistant. When I get home after they do, Reid has to come up with me while I change out of my dress before she can nurse. Ken used to unzip my dress for me but lately Reid has taken over. She likes to run the “piz”. She’ll even do me up in the morning. Last night, she decided that she should be able to undo my bra. I didn’t expect that and so was proceeding to change on my own when she started crying. Once I figured it out, I was able to put it back on and she undid it and we were able to continue our evening.
She still can’t get her own shirt off but there is hope.