Sock it to me

Luke is a great helper. He loves to "help" with all sorts of mundane household tasks ~ Like unrolling papertowels, making toilet paper mountains on the floor, pulling out and inspecting each and every piece of tupperware that I own, taste testing different varieties of dog food, and performing random safety testing of our kitchen drawers by pulling them out and sitting inside of them. One of his greatist joys is "helping" me fold the laundry. The dryer is Luke's blushing bride ~ the recipient of countless wet Luke kisses as she spins her day away drying our clothing. My laundry baskets double as sleds, wagons, and general "great things to sit in/on/around". The clothing that they contain, straight out of the warm lovin dryer, is enough to send Luke into a lustful frenzy ~ Running around the upstairs hallway happily screeching and waving clothing around like a tiny cheerleader with pom poms on some sort of illegal substance. Cute, funny, etc......but not so much when its the already folded clothing that he attacks.

This morning I was trying to get a load of laundry folded when I came up with a brilliant game. It's amazingly simple in concept. It's free. It only requires two socks. Put the socks on the hands of the baby ~ and watch the fun unfold! Baby cant grab anything! Folded clothes are safe! Baby commences to run around the upstairs totally amazed that his hands are somehow there....yet, not there at the same time. Gosh I'm getting good at this mothering thing. It's all about imposing your will and making it seem fun at the same time :)