Sunday, July 06, 2008

Mommy's helper

I've been spending a lot of time packing recently. Rachel thinks packing is great fun. She gets to unpack things while I'm trying to pack them up. She gets to climb up on all the boxes. And she gets away with a lot more than she does when I'm not so occupied.

Sometimes I think she thinks she's helping, but really she makes things more difficult and confusing. Bedspreads with measuring spoons? Come on, Rachel, how would I even label that box?

This is how we see Rachel most of the time now: standing on something. She climbs all over the packing boxes, and often upturns things just to stand on them.

The picture below looks remarkably similar to the one above. Again, Rachel was "helping" me.

I don't know when she got so brave or so skilled, but she's started climbing up on everything lately. I can hardly keep her feet on the ground.

Between worrying about her falling to her death while my back is turned and all the "help" she gives me, packing is going to take a long, long time!

1 comment:

  1. Good luck with that one... maybe you should have had a fish instead of a girl? :)