All this time home with Papa this summer has taught Oliver some good habits. For example, he helps with the dishes.
And when I say "help" I mean that he spreads the clean food storage containers all over my ... ahem... not so clean floors.
He also helps with the mopping.
And by "help" I mean that he pulls it down and drags it around the kitchen.
As for those dirty floors. The way I see it, the fact that I know they need to be cleaned, and have gotten the mop out counts for something. Right? Right?
By the way, I absolutely cannot believe that Oliver is 11 months old. Eleven? Where did the last 10 go?