Peter reminds me a lot of my brother John sometimes. Johnny was a big "helper." From his early days, he was sweeping the deck while the rest of us swam in the pool. He would push a little wheelbarrow around the yard while the rest of us ran through the sprinklers.
Peter is a lot like that. He loves to "help" with whatever I'm doing.
He "helps" me load the dryer. I hand him the wet clothes, and he loads them into the dryer one-by-one.
He loves to "help" sort the laundry. I'll put a couple different piles around the room, and he'll put them all into the basket.
He loves to "help" me brush my hair.
He loves to "help" organize the fridge by moving condiments to various shelves.
He loves to "help" me put anything away.
He loves to "help" Scott do his work on the computer.
He loves to "help" me make the bed by making piles of pillows and handing them to me one-by-one.
He loves to "help" me do the dishes by loading plastic cups into the bottom rack of the machine.
He loves to "help" me cook by standing on a chair next to me and stirring a spoon in a bowl or splashing a spoon around in the sink with a little water in it.
He loves to "help" get ready for his tub by picking which toys he'd like to toss into the bath tub.
He loves to "help" me get his shoes on by sticking his foot out in front of him. He loves to "help" get himself dressed in general.
Two weeks ago he "helped" his daddy with all sorts of projects around the house. He "helped" daddy hang our new clock. He got his little hammer and thought it was very cool that his hammer matched daddy's. I was able to get a picture of Peter "helping" daddy baby-proof our cabinets (no more tying ribbons around the handles!). He saw Scott screwing the little latches into the cupboards, and was very excited to "help" him.
Oh these boys. I love them.
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