Things Burritos Love

Asher loves to help me cook.  He especially loves to help me bake.  He does all of the dumping of filled measuring spoons and cups into the bowl and the majority of the mixing.  He knows the names of all of our normal baking ingredients by sight, and sometimes he makes up recipes (just verbally, thank goodness) and they often actually sound like combinations that would be edible.  For Christmas, I made him an apron with a matching chef hat.  They are very cute--navy and white houndstooth--and he refuses to wear them.  But then, I almost never wear an apron myself, so I can't really blame him.

This morning, he woke up, and the first words out of his mouth were, "I want to make some scones!"  We couldn't make my fallback scone recipe (I substitute whole-wheat flour for half of the all-purpose because I just can't help myself.) because we were fresh out of cream, so we did a little search and made some different ones instead.  Simon obligingly slept in until they were almost in the oven, and when they came out everyone happily devoured them.  If I had followed through with my breakfast plan, we'd have been eating toast.  Thank goodness for Asher, the little baker.

And lest this blog become all about Asher, let me tell you about a couple of things that Simon loves:  toilets and toilet paper.  Toilet paper is one of Simon's very favorite toys.  He likes to tear off a piece, wipe his nose with it, and then throw it in the garbage can.  Even more than that, though, he loves to unroll an entire roll of toilet paper into the toilet bowl.  And Simon is fascinated with toilets.  He likes to lift up the lids and let them drop, then giggle at the loud sound.  He likes to put things in them.  And he loves to flush them.  Especially if somebody is busy sitting on them.  (As a side note, Asher does not love having the toilet flushed while he is sitting on it.)  Luckily, we have not yet had an incident of unrolling an entire roll of toilet paper into the toilet and then flushing it.  Knock on wood.

Simon does not have any interest in using toilets for their intended purpose, which is a shame, since he often poops three or four times a day.  An unfortunate side effect of this is that he poops in the bathtub with some frequency.  I'm pretty sure Asher pooped in the tub twice.  Ever.  And both times, I thought it was an utter tragedy.  Simon has me pretty desensitized.  In fact, poop in the tub can be helpful in decision-making, like this morning, when I was trying to decide what part of the house to scrub today, and then Simon pooped in the bath, so I scrubbed the bathrooms.  Then I re-filled the tub and plunked Simon back down in it, and he pooped again.  But let's be honest:  poop in the tub is definitely better than poop on the carpet.