Help Wanted?

I have the best little helpers (when they want to be). But I had to share this moment that I thought was pretty telling as to how much our little ones watch their elders.

This last Friday I made my bi-monthly trip to the grocery store. You know the one where after you get everything put away the shelves and fridge are full and the kids think life is good again because they have their favorite cold cereal and snacks to choose from.

Taking the babies to the grocery store is always an adventure. I usually end up being the mother that everyone is looking at because my child is screaming at me or the mother who can't wait to get out of the store so that we can all have a change of scenery. Between the babies pulling each others hair, hitting each other with items they find in the cart, or screeching at me because I refuse to open the box of crackers until we pay for it we usually don't make it out with everything. But this time we did and it only took an hour to do it!! We did have some wailing and gnashing of teeth because even after he figured out how to open the cardboard box and pull out the bag of crackers, I refused to open them for him until we paid for them.

But here's where the story really begins..... We get home and usually Spencer wants to help carry bags in from the car. He wanted to just sit in his carseat while I unloaded this time. But Miss B. (Hannah) followed me back and forth between the house and the car making sure the door was always open wide enough for me. We unloaded the car (including Spencer) and I proceeded to put the groceries away. While I was putting things away in the pantry, Hannah started dragging grocery bags over to me so I didn't have to come out of the pantry to get things. But then I noticed that Spencer was picking up all the empty bags and was placing them in the recycle bin in the laundry room. I finished the pantry things and then they both helped me drag bags outside to put things in the freezer. And once again, as I unloaded bags the 2 of them took them and put them in the recycle. Who could ask for better help?

Oh, and just for an update on the whole big boy bed.... I was right on the money. Spencer spent his first night in his own bed for the entire night but that was the ONLY night that he's slept through in his own bed. Daddy & I split time putting him back to sleep in his own bed.

This morning it was 4am when I heard the pittar-patter of his little feet. But that was the only thing quiet about it after that.

At least he still takes a nap!!!