little hands and voices are everywhere. all the time. i get frustrated. then frustrated because i’m frustrated because he’s just so curious and wants to be right there with me. so i tell him stories.
a box of cds and old tapes i’m trying to sort. i tell him about these anne of green gables tapes and how i’ll read him the story one day.
the measuring cup full of lentils. little hands spill them, so i line some up on the counter and tell him how these little lentils all need to take a trip to the trash can. one by one. he complies and thinks it’s fun.
interrupting at all times to inquire about asher’s diaper status (weird and funny all at the same time). i thank him for his concern over his brother and ask him to hunt down some diapers to remedy any possible situation.
the wrapping paper and trimmings. my compulsion towards orderliness can’t take this one so i shoo him out of the closet.