... of a regular mother's helper

I have had a "mother's helper" come over one day for the last two weeks and it's been great. One of my former students who is now a college sophomore and has lots of kid experience is still looking for a job this summer and so I asked her if she would want to come hang out with Abram for a few hours a couple weeks ago so that I could get some stuff done. And it went really well! She played with him and took him for a walk while I scrubbed the kitchen and vacuumed and then while he was taking a nap, she dusted the whole front of the house (including the blinds!). It was fantastic. She even got this super cute picture of him on their walk.

So when she didn't have a job the next week, we scheduled a time for her to come over again. And she played with Abram in the pool while I did some laundry and unloaded the dishwasher, etc.

And then while he was taking his nap I ran to the store to get a few essentials and she helped me with a painting I was doing for a friend (she's a really talented artist), and it was maybe a little less productive, but still good.

Now, we have talked about her coming over this week on Thursday, which is great. However in my silly Anaka-mind, I keep thinking of things that I need to do and thinking: "Well, I'll just wait and do it when Chelsea is here". So nothing is getting done and the list for Thursday is getting ever longer and its completion is getting much less likely.

So I guess a mother's helper can be a great thing. But if you are anything like me, it can be a bad thing as well. I really need to have two lists: one of things I can do with Abram and one of things that I really can't do with him. That way I will only add certain things to the Chelsea-day list and I will (hopefully) get the other list done during the rest of the week...

... as I sit here blogging an uploading videos during his nap...

Here is a relatively uneventful, but cute one of him playing in his walker:

And finally a cute picture of Daddy reading the Hug-a-Bible to Abram.

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