Last night, I was playing with Andrew upstairs; he picked up a book off the bookshelf, waddled over to within about two feet of me, then turned around and started to squat. He realized he wasn't quite close enough to sit in my lap, so he started kinda waddling backwards till he could plop in my lap. It was pretty cute.
After reading the book for a page or two, he stood up, turned around and stuck the book on my head, and laughed.
He also loves to help Mommy - while doing the laundry earlier this week, he came toddling in with a dishcloth I'd had folded up in the laundry basket waiting to be put away. He walked over to the dryer, opened it, stuffed the washcloth in and pushed it closed (it wasn't latched all the way). He left, and came back a few minutes later dragging a dish towel, opened the dryer, stuffed it in halfway and closed it again. He also loves to help me sweep and tries to hold the vaccuum for me, though it's a little heavy for him.
I'm loving being a Mommy to these two darlings! (And I should mention, Grace is sitting in my lap while I type, trying to read what Mommy's writing . And doing pretty good with it!)
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