Easton is going through a wonderful phase right now where he always wants to help. If I’m making muffins, he’s on the counter helping me count cups and teaspoons. At least once a day, he’ll get the broom and “sweep” (though this usually derails into riding the broom like a pony). If Bryce is putting something together, Easton’s right there ready and willing to help. His current catch phrase is “Me good helper!” He always says it with such pride. And I always say, “Yes, you are a good helper!” I hope he always feels this way, like he can help those around him and that what he does is meaningful and appreciated.

My big helper helping me make dinner. Classic Easton expression.