Little Helper

I could barely keep up with this kid when we wasn't almost walking on her own. Now that she's got the crawling thing down and she's working on toddling, we seriously need a cage. Unfortunately, now that she's mobile the pack 'n' play (aka the Baby Cage) is way too confining. She's decided that the best thing to do when I set her in there is to scream at the top of her lungs as if she's being skinned alive.

She understands the concept of "helping" at least abstractly. I mean, she "helps" the dog eat her dinner all the time. So I decided to see if she had any patience with helping me do the laundry. I needed a place where she could hang out while sorted clothes. I figured, best case scenario, I'd even get the wet laundry in the dryer and a new load in the wash. 

Hence, the laundry basket became a miniature baby cage. The piles of clothes around the front and side are to keep her from tipping over. Before you start firing off that letter to Child Protection Services, she lasted maybe ten minutes in her new play pen, she was supervised directly the entire time, and as a bonus I actually DID get the load of laundry in the dryer and a new one in the washer. Sweet!

This is Norah pretending to be an angel. We are not fooled.

This is Norah in a more natural state, pondering what mischief she can get into.

This is Norah in her most natural state. Yelling. But hey, whatever gets the laundry done!