I find myself wondering why the world is ordered so that I am 7 months pregnant, my son wants to vacuum for me, orders me to sit on the couch, and this doesn't really work out for both of us. Why will it be that as soon as he is old enough to actually do the chore properly he will lose interest and there will be no warring over the attachment hose? Alas. Well, my theory is that I am (to a reasonable point) never going to try too hard to step in and do jobs 'right' when Owen is enjoying doing them and testing out his independence. Maybe we all stop liking to do things because it stops being fun and we get too burdened about doing it often enough, well enough, right enough. So for now Owen gets lots of praise and freedom to clean any time he feels like it! This means that the dirt piles I sweep up with the big yellow broom get quickly redispersed by Owen and the small gray 'Owen's bwoom!' And that when Owen wants to dump the full dustpan in the garbage, half of it ends up back on the floor. But that's the best he can do right now, and he really is doing his best! I'll help him learn to do it better as he's able, but I love that he's enjoying his work.
Speaking of work, there's some footage of Owen doing some of his favorite tasks around the house and yard in a quickie montage we made for our moms for M's day: http://www.vimeo.com/4578363.
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