Helper baby

I try to keep Nathaniel out of the kitchen most of the time ... but that, of course, doesn't always work.

It's not that he's in danger in the kitchen, it's just that he tries to "help" -- ALL THE TIME.

The entire time he's in the kitchen, he grabs whatever is at his level and hands it to me or Amanda. Every 45 seconds or so, you can almost here his excitement: "Here's a pear. Dad! Dad! Hey, here's a pear." Once you finally take it and place it on top of a counter, within 45 seconds: "Dad! Here's a plastic bowl. Take a look! Plastic! Bowl!" "Thank you!" I tell him.

"Look, look, here's a head of garlic! And since it was small, I also picked up a small sweet potato! Which would you like first? Which one second? Dad? Is Mom here? Mom? Dad? Garlic? Potato?"

I love his enthusiasm, but it sure would be easier to get dinner ready without the helper baby sometimes.