my helper

Today as I was rushing to get both boys out the door to go to my gym class, I propped James up on the couch and handed him a rattle to keep him happy. He is just starting to get to the age where he seems to enjoy having toys around him (or anything he can grab and stick in his mouth). After I handed James the rattle, I ran to the bathroom. When I came back I found James still holding the rattle, but with the addition of a rattle on each leg. It was a pretty funny sight. Thatcher had watched me find a rattle from the toy box and found two more, then found places to put them on James. Thatcher is such a sweet big brother and so good at watching our examples and at trying to help and James is a good sport. I love my boys.