Miss Henley carried both of her daddy’s church shoes from the kitchen and put them away in his closet. That’s the first time my little bundle of destructive energy has put anything away ever. She did this completely of her own accord, all I said was to take the shoes to my room. I was stunned when she actually followed me and proceeded to hoist the shoes into the closet! Does it still count even though she promptly pulled the shoes back out of the closet?
I sent this picture to my mom, because what else can you do when you’re trying to fold laundry and the baby pulls the clean clothes from the basket, one by one, and looks back at you to make sure she has an audience for her “helpfulness?”
She texted back “a baby’s work is never done!” Oh how true that statement rings, particularly at my house. Henley must get so frustrated with my constant folding of clothes, picking up of toys, stacking of books, and worst of all, picking up of the tiny bits of paper she has so carefully ripped from books or magazines to be gummed at a later time. These darn mamas just won’t leave a baby’s work done! Every time Henley goes to sleep I try to re-assemble the house. How frustrating it must be for her that nothing is as she left it when she awakes. Probably as frustrating as it is for me to clean with my little helper around.
The other day, Ty got to see just how hard it is to do anything with our busy-bee trailing behind. He called me after 45 minutes alone with Henley wonder how anything ever gets done at our house. Moment of validation for me! Funny how much better you feel when someone else experiences your reality. I drove home, strictly adhering to the speed limit, and enjoying my time to myself where I didn’t have to worry about my paper-loving baby devouring every book in the house. That was Ty’s job for the afternoon.