My son is the silliest person I have ever met. He makes the funniest faces and noises, and he loves chaseing me around the house yelling at the top of our lungs. He is helping me learn to be silly, and, for anyone who knows me, it's not a lesson I learn very easily.
Michael has taken an interest in helping me cook. He is wonderful at pouring things in the bowl and stirring, and the other day he decided to try something new. I was peeling some potatoes and he wanted to help. He went to our utensil drawer and grabbed the first thing he could reach, which happened to be the ice cream scoop. He came over to me and i happily supplied him with a potato to begin peeling. It may have been a little cruel of me knowing that his ice cream scoop was not going to have the desired effect. He kept looking from my potato to his with such a confused little expression that I couldn't help but giggle and yell for Levi to get the camera.
Little things like this make me glad to be a mother. They remind me to take a minute and just play and be silly without worrying about the house being clean or dinner being cooked.
1 comment:
I loved this post. Sometimes I have to take a look and realize that I'm being too serious. Having two kids I should be spending more time with them and having more fun. I think that's so cute that you let Michael help you cook. I need to start letting my kids help me out more.
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