Our Little “Hulper”

Lately, we’ve been hearing a sweet little voice offering to “hulp mommy” or “hulp daddy” a whole lot. I catch myself having to slow down and just make time to let her help me, whether it’s unloading the silverware out of the dishwasher or pouring the flour into the mixing bowl, or turing the crank on the noodle maker. I wonder how our lives and skill levels would be different now were we never allowed to participate in “on-the-job-training” with our own moms. So, my goal is to consider it training, and try to help her love the feeling of success while she’s learning the motor and mental skills of the processes.

Helping Jake edge and clean up the sidewalk.

Here she is helping to turn the crank while I quickly made noodles the other night to use up a bunch of eggs and capitalize on a mess we already had made during our pierogi-making at supper.

(Note the determined look on her little face.) (Also note and please excuse the flour on the huge belly. I deem it impossible to keep clean.)