Laundry and Complaining

I know these two often go hand in hand, but in this case they are two totally different things. I happen to have a very willing laundry helper...but she does need a bit of assistance.

She also answers my phone for me (in a silent sort of way) if it is within her reach when it happens to ring. Please not that I did not put her hat on her or her sock and shoe. Those were her items of choice to find in her drawer and put on herself today for her own entertainment.

Here's how she does the laundry:

Find little pink stool and haul to laundry room so she can reach the lightswitch.

Turn on the light.

Get clothes out of dryer and haul to couch to fold.
(mommy helps here)

Put clothes from washer to dryer.
(Mommy helps here too)
Clean lint trap. (her favorite part)

Put lint in garbage.

Climb up on stool and turn out the light.

Haul stool to every other lightswitch in house.

Test them all to be sure they are working properly.

Mission accomplished!

And here is the 'complaining' part. Mr Elliott was not fond of his floor mat toys when I first introduced him to them, but unlike his sister it is the musical star that gets to him, not the bug (note the picture from last post of Kate and the bug). I have to laugh when I watch this... until the end...then I feel like a horrible mom for making him scream. :D I did pick him up and snuggle with him immediately afterwards. :)

(this just might break your heart Gramma Jo)