Today I found the Raisin Bran in the refrigerator and all of the silverware thrown haphazardly into the drawer. This was a direct result of the help I received from my very cute, not-quite-two-year-old son. He helped put away the groceries and empty the dishwasher all without my asking. He was very proud of himself.
He also tried to pick up the new baby and bring him to me to eat. He picked up some garbage with his toes (a family trick he inherited from me) and tried to put it into a garbage can that was above his waist. He showed his 3-week-old brother that he had put on his shirt by himself. He rearranged a series of boxes to create a giant tower and pretended to cook and bring me things that were “hotz.”
He told his bath bye-bye and wanted to brush his teeth by himself. He was very grown-up today and entertained me a lot. But I got worried when it was time for lunch and I couldn’t find the turkey we’d bought at the grocery store today.
I looked all over for it–was it left in a grocery bag, or the car, or did I put it in a drawer in the ‘fridge?
I eventually found it on the bottom shelf of the pantry where we keep paper cups and plates. I’m glad I have so much help, but it explains why it takes me a while to get food on the table.