So, on a lark, I screamed to my son: "Caleb, can you bring mommy a towel? It's in the towel closet right outside the door."
I can't oversell my pleasure when I heard in response: "Sure mom!"
And there it was. Could this really be that moment? That turning point? As the warm water hit my shoulders, I luxuriated in the thought that from now on, I'd actually have a little helper.
From the endless rocking, nursing and diaper changing to the myriad grapes I've painstakingly cut in half and wet underpants I've peeled off using only two fingers, finally, I'd get some assistance in return. And not just things like "helping" to
A minute later I was awaken from my reverie by a sweet voice saying helpfully, "Here you go mom."
And there was little Caleb.
Holding a bath rug.
Three hair towels later I found myself, naked and shivering in the hall fetching my own bath towel.
So, I might have to wait a little longer until I can put the little ones to work for me. But that time is coming. Oh yes. It's coming Caleb...
|Looking as innocent as he is unhelpful. |
And, no, I do not shower with my camera. I made the poor little guy recreate the scene.