This morning I told little Gulliver that he was going to help me fold laundry. After all, it's almost all his and he should start pulling his own weight around here. So I put him in his bassinet while I went downstairs to grab the laundry and when I came back, this is what I found.
Ha. He thinks he can just nap through chore time! Not to be outdone, instead of folding laundry I went and took a shower. But Gulliver decided to wake up and cry. So I got him up and on the bed with me, ready to fold laundry.
But then he pooped his pants (or lack of pants). So I changed his diaper and found him his outfit for the day in the pile of clothes. And then he wanted to be fed. So I fed him. And then, we were ready to fold laundry together. And within seconds of me getting to work, this is what my #1 helper was doing:
So I folded all by my lonesome. Here is our finished work:
So I came into the office to blog about the experience, and within seconds of me leaving the room, he woke up and started to cry. This boy just likes to avoid work.
And here are some more photos!
Some more expressions. I finally got one with his tongue out. Of course, before I got out the camera, he was nothing but smiles. As soon as he laid eyes on the iPhone, he stopped performing.
This is the dress rehearsal for his baby blessing. I wanted to make sure that everything fit. His Mary Moo bought him the hat and sweater and matching booties. He's also practicing his cry for the main event.
I was enjoying some ice cream while cuddling Gulliver last night, and this was the result. What did I do about it, you ask? Well, at least Gulliver can never claim, like Joshua Giraffe, "My mommy doesn't lick me, even when I'm sticky."