My to-do list Friday morning included baking cookies to take to my dad as part of his Christmas present. (He gets to pick a homemade treat each month.) I managed to snap a few pictures of Teddy helping me bake the cookies.
I held a caption contest with myself when I posted these pictures on Facebook. Should they be called:
- Reasons why my floor could be mopped every hour.
- Anybody want Teddy to come help you bake?
- This is why we have ants in our house in summer.
- Teddy "helped" me bake cookies.
- This is an HOUR of my life.
I ended up doing a combination of those, but without further adieu, here are some of the least blurry pictures of my helper.
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| I shall spread this flour I dumped onto the floor to celebrate my victory in wrestling the container from Mom. |
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| Mom, I wasn't sure which pan you needed. I got them all out for you. |
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| At least he's eating whole grains. And I now know he can open twisty ties. His OT will be so proud. |
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| Perhaps he felt he was a bit messy that he should pull out fabric for me to make him an apron ... |
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| This is his version of cleaning. His version also includes riding that little vacuum like a horse. |
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