Kitchen fun

Noah is entertained by everything in the kitchen. He used to like cooking with me, but now he is my little dish-washer. He will pull up the kitchen chair to the sink and say: “wash!” So I turn on the “wa-wa,” and he grabs the scrub brush and goes to town. He likes to drink the water out of the dirty bowls--disgusting, I know. So we’ve been trying to load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher promptly, instead of leaving them in the sink to tempt Noah.

(yes, he climbed into the sink all by himself. Apparently it is easier to wash dishes while you are actually in the sink with the dishes.)

So as Noah is becoming interested in the manual dish washing process, he is losing interest in our dishwasher machine. Thank goodness. All those times he would open the dishwasher and climb up onto the door, or pull all the silverware out, or start the dishwasher cycle…keeping him away from all that fun was exhausting. I never thought I was getting through to him. Until a few weeks ago, our friends were visiting, and their little boy tried to open up the dishwasher. I caught Noah reprimanding him: “NO! Blake, NO!” he scolded, even pointing and shaking his little finger at the culprit.

And then there’s the refrigerator. We need to invest in a good lock. He is always opening it up and pulling out random foods. I have actually seen him swing open the fridge, extract a gallon of milk, unscrew the cap, take a big swig, and finish with an exhuberant "Ahhhhhhh" of satisfaction. We are very refined in our house.

And this was his snack of choice last week:

Yes, that is butter. And yes, those are teeth marks in the butter. In the words of Noah: "Mmmmmm."