My Little Helper!
I folded a load of laundry and piled everything neatly into the laundry basket so that I could put it away while Mason took his nap. It was driving me crazy that there were dirty dishes in my sink, so I left the basket in the family room with Mason. I expected to hear him crying in less than one minute of my leaving because he has some sort of separation anxiety. :o) After loading the dishes into the dishwasher I decided to peak on him as I hadn't yet heard a peep. There he was unloading the laundry basket. One by one he picked one article out of the basket, shook it, and dropped it onto the floor. What a helper!
I think he knew he was being a "good" boy because when I called his name to take a picture, he had no problems smiling for me. I was laughing so hard. I am sure there will be many more of these kinds of stories to tell!
I think he knew he was being a "good" boy because when I called his name to take a picture, he had no problems smiling for me. I was laughing so hard. I am sure there will be many more of these kinds of stories to tell!
