Just helping out

Well, Rebecca is in with Luke, putting him to bed. She's given me the task of crafting an update, so here goes.

One of the things that I'm trying to do better at is taking Luke in the morning when he's just waking up and not making Rebecca get up until I have to start getting ready for work.

We have some fun that way. The house is pretty open and Luke has fairly free range from the family room up through the kitchen and into a hallway that borders his room and the living room.

So the other morning, as we were hanging out, I got into a book I was reading, and Luke was playing. And all of the sudden, I sat up and realized that it was awfully quiet. Which, in baby talk, means "I've found something great that I probably shouldn't be into."

The following is what I found in the living room.



This box was right over on it's side, and all I could see was the top of Luke's head. "Hey Dad, I'm just helping to unpack a little more. Trying to contribute, you know, make your life easier."


"Yep, found that hat, this piece of plastic, some other little containers. If it's okay, instead of putting them where they belong, I'm going to just strew them across the floor."


"Hey Dad, I see you there with the camera. Are you going to put this on the internet for my grandparents to see? Really? Cool! Here's my goofy smile. Now, turn out the flash. It's too bright. And I've got unpacking to do!"