Angie loves to help. I can get her to do just about anything if I ask her to help me. Lately, she's been helping me bake. She stands on a chair at the counter while I measure the ingredients into measuring cups, and then she dumps them into the bowl. Sometimes she gets a bit over-enthusiastic and we end up remeasuring, but mostly it ends up in the bowl. Then, when it's time to blend or stir or scrape, she's right there with her hand on the mixer or spoon or spatula. Again, messy but fun. And the excitement in her eyes and on her face are well worth it. (Note to Grandpa: she'd love to help you make biscuits sometime.)
Today, she learned how to help with another chore as well. I began sorting laundry in the kitchen (adjacent to our utility room), with Angie locked out of the kitchen behind the gate. I didn't want her traipsing through the piles pulling dirty underwear over her head, as is her wont. But she protested quite piteously, and so I let her in. To keep her busy, I handed her bits and pieces of clothing, mostly her own, sometimes ours, and had her put them into two piles. She was ecstatic and exclaimed, "Oh, tank you!" every time I handed her more clothes. When the supply of dirty, unsorted clothes was exhausted, she looked at me with dismay. "More?" she asked. "I'm sorry, peanut, there are no more," I said, but scooped her up and praised her for her help.
(See this post for another story about Laundry Helpers!)
So, what chores can a baby do? More than you think!
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