Some Things Never Change

Daynan doing dishes for me when he was 2. I remember this day well because this was the one of the first times he'd done something to help without being asked first. This was fantastic but there was something else he did that was even more amazing to me. He'd gotten into the towel cupboard (it's open in the 2nd picture) and pulled towels out to lay down on the chair so water wouldn't get onto the chair and ruin it. The thought process involved in carrying out this little plan just blows my mind. So sweet and so smart!

I came in the kitchen a while ago and there was Daynan doing dishes for me again. I think wearing red must get him in the helping mood.

What is it with boys and vacuums and kitchen gadgets that make noise?

Then . . .

Now . . .

Peanut Butter Ammo

Bronson has this fascination with sticking things in his nose and ears. So far he's put, among other things, licorice, a kernel of corn, marshmallows (maybe he's confusing these with ear plugs??), and popcorn up one or both edifices. We caught him the other day trying to stick a penny up his nose. Luckily it was too big for his tiny little nostril.

On Sunday Rob was making PB&J sandwiches for church. Yes, I take a sandwich to church for my twins because snacks just don't cut it and actually a sandwich is much, much, much less messy. Anyway, Rob must've let Bronson help because Bronson discovered a piece of peanut butter in his ear during sacrament meeting. He pulled it out, looked at it, and flicked it onto the head of the guy sitting behind us. Nice.