"Helping"

Well, it's been storming here for days, and it doesn't look like it's going to let up any time soon. As I'm dodging the terrible drivers and negotiating the flooded roads, I always console myself with the thought that, here in California, "we really need the rain". It seems we're always on high drought alert!

Because we don't normally have heavy winter storms, we don't have good systems in place for dealing with them. Instead of putting on galoshes and rain coats (don't own them) or puffy down jackets (don't own them) we hole up inside and treat the kids like veal ~ they don't leave the house for days, basically, and we all get cabin fever and then one day, when I'm drinking a glass of wine after dinner, I come back into the kitchen to find this:








What we're looking at, here, are most of the contents of the refrigerator door. Painstakingly ferried to the kitchen table, one or two items at a time, by Scotty. He's very, very, very busy. He has also included some walnuts, chocolate chips, and flour from the counter canisters. I intervened when he started in on the dairy drawer and a carton of cage-free eggs. "I think now would be a good time to put these to bed for tonight!"

As much as I love coming around the corner from the living room to find this little tableau in the kitchen, I have to admit that I'm always looking for a break in the rain...a patch of blue sky...any indication that we should run outside for 15 minutes until the next squall settles in.



It turns out my son loves to supervise. True story. Apparently, he spends most of his time at pre-school organizing his classmates and assigning them odd jobs. As much as our pre-school friends don't care for this type of supervision from a peer, I think we can also imagine how a mommy might feel to be getting a dressing down from a two foot ten inch tyrrant. He's actually trying to tell me when, where, and how to make cupcakes. Zip it, chump.

But. But....oh. This slays me. His little feet crossed at the ankles, just like this. Both of my boys have always always always sat just like this. In fact, I have an ultrasound picture of Tommy, kicking back, and his feet look exactly like Scotty's feet right here! *love*