Last night I was feeding Anya. Ally was all over me, and I was trying to distract her. There were piles of laundry on the floor waiting to be washed. (For some reason, the washer and dryer at our house are behind closet doors in the kitchen. I hate it. It means there is always laundry in the kitchen/living room - open floor plan - which means I see laundry constantly) Anyway, we started talking about the laundry because she loves to help. I hadn't realized how much she loves to help, though. I told her their was laundry in the washer and dryer, so we couldn't wash any until we got the dry clothes out of the dryer. I'd help her as soon as finished feeding Anya. She went to the doors, opened the closet doors, opened the dryer, and started pulling clothes out. I told her to put them on the couch so I could fold them later.
Wow, I thought, that could be useful.
Then she decided to push a chair over to the washer and open the lid. At this point I tried to dissuade her. I really didn't want to have to run across the room and pull her when she fell into it, you know? She told me there were wet clothes in there, and they needed to get dry. She pulled them out and put them in the dryer. It took her about 10 trips on and off the chair to do it, and she couldn't reach a couple, but she did it.
Maybe I can teach her to scrub the toliets next...
Posted by ktjrdn
at 22:10 CDT