Mom's Little Helper

As women, I think we are born with the gift (or curse!) of feeling the need to multi-task. Earlier today, as I was talking on the phone, I was running around the house trying to pick up laundry, do dishes, etc. I didn't pay much attention to what Samantha was doing (since Tommy is the one you need to keeps tabs on!). As I got off the phone, Sam was in the rocking chair, and proudly proclaimed that she had helped me clean up a little. Indeed she had--she made her bed, my bed, picked up brother's toys, and even hung the hand towel the certain way that I do.


And then Brother helped in his usual fashion as well: got into my desk, stood up on the coffee table ten times and smiled, unloaded my lazy susan cupboard, etc., etc.