Isaac is a firstborn child through and through. Everything is about being grown up just like Mama and Papa. Often you hear the sound of a chair scraping across the tile floor as he tries to get his own breakfast, or needs a little extra height to 'help' cook dinner. While heartwarming, it's often more terrifying than anything else, especially when he knows where all the knives are and wants to cut veggies or fruit. When I discourage it he becomes upset as if to say, "Mama, you worry too much!" and disregards what I say anyhow. So I've learned to re-direct his attention, to find a small task for him to do, re-arrange veggies on a plate, hold a spoon or fork, pour flour into the mixing bowl. He's a bright kid though and knows when he is truly of help or simply being distracted. During the times I can give him a 'real' task to safely do he always is sure to give me a kiss at the end and proudly say, "You're welcome, Mama!"
Such was the case a few days ago when Sprouts had a sale of $3.50 for 4lbs of strawberries. We washed and froze nearly 15lbs and saved the rest for a strawberry whip cream waffle lunch.
Enjoying the fruits of our labors!
Isaac is a rather particular child and was sure to lay each strawberry with the cut side down.