Our little helper

Certain personality traits that come with Noah's age—now 16.5 months!—absolutely make me smile. One is his new-found urge to "help."

He loves to give me things he picks up off the floor (sometimes even before he tries sticking them in his mouth), and he delights in helping mommy unload the dishwasher (and I, for one, love that I don't have to bend over as much to grab those lower-rack utensils too!).

If it's a good day, instead of launching the freshly folded laundry across the floor, he will sometimes open up the drawers of his dresser and stash his cotton shirts inside (albeit in the wrong drawer...but it's the thought that counts).


Outside, if we can distract him long enough from the quad or lawn mower, we can also get him to help us carry small sticks, leaves and whatnot in the yard...and then reward him with 20 or so passes around the property while we "meep meep!" at the top of our lungs.


And every day is different. I find him doing new things and helping us in new ways every single week. A few weeks ago, he started helping me put on his jacket on a regular basis. Last week, more of his books made it back to the shelf than usual. And this week? I guess I'll have to wait and see!