Momma's little helper.

Gone are the days where Harrison would sit in one spot and play with his toys, completely indifferent to whether I was in the same room with him or not. And even though it now makes him much higher maintenance, I have to admit that part of me is so glad he's taken an interest in his mommy. I kept hearing a lot of other moms talk about how awful their children's separation anxiety was, but my son has had ZERO problem leaving me behind -- even for a complete stranger. Sometimes he's even preferred other people over me. Which, let me just tell you. Knife. In. The. Heart.

He still doesn't show major signs of separation or stranger anxiety, but he's definitely much more interactive with me and loves to follow me around the house. We have a great time playing with each other throughout the day and now he eats up the attention I give him instead of just staring at me blankly like I'm stupid, only to turn around and resume playing with his toys like I am a total waste of his time. I'm convinced I've even seen him give me a few eye rolls. Ha ha! 

One of his favorite activities is laundry time.

He's fascinated with the dryer. Wonder if he remembers when we used to put his carseat on top trying to soothe him to sleep all of those colicky nights in the beginning?

At first, the control freak in me had a hard time letting him participate in all of the chore activities. Something about unfolding everything I had just spent time neatly folding just didn't sound like a good idea to me. But then I realized that I should appreciate somebody willing to help with the laundry, no matter how young they are. Good habits start early, right? I can at least hope. And besides, who can resist this chubby little face?

These cheeks always get their way

Harrison isn't much help, but he sure is cute.

Here, Mom. Refold this towel and I'll chew on this sock.

And like his dad, he isn't very effective at completing the to-do list if the TV is on.

He did NOT want to give up this sock. Hey, at least it was clean. Better than the bottoms of shoes that he usually tries to lick. *Shudder*

What are you lookin' at?

When it's time to put up the clothes, he is usually right behind me opening up the drawers and dragging everything back out. Unless of course I give him a hanger to play with. This boy LOVES hangers.

It's the simple things in life...