The Man of the House

With Daddy off in America, Noam is doing his best to help out. After waking up at 5 this morning, he calmly and quietly raided Eema's underwear drawer when she fell back asleep. After waking to find the room strewn with socks and stockings, Eema decided we should switch to the living room, where she could doze off on the couch instead. Noam played quietly and miraculously avoided getting into any major trouble until breakfast time.

After breakfast, he helped unload the dishwasher by pulling each piece of cutlery out, one at a time, and handing it to Eema to put in the drawer. Admittedly, this took the better part of half an hour, but hey, we were in no rush. When we were done, we moved on to laundry.

After loading up the washing machine, we turned it on and ran outside for some fun. Noam has a complex relationship with our washing machine. Its located at floor level, so Noam enjoys opening and closing it, and he likes the loading and unloading part. But turn the machine on, and it turns into the enemy. Though we have assured him it is not in fact coming to get him, Noam remains unconvinced. Suffice it to say that it's best to leave the house, or at least the room, once we turn on the washing machine.

This afternoon, apparently sensing Eema's longing for some adult conversation, Noam decided he would read Middlemarch, by George Eliot. Since Eema is in the middle of it, Noam evidently thought this would be a companionable thing to do. Eema sat next to him on the couch and read some of Noam's books until he was done.





Bathtime this evening was sufficiently traumatic (for at least one party) that it can't be discussed in a public forum, but at least Noam had fun (he sang and made speeches), and went to bed without any trouble.





Daddy, we miss you!