Me: "It is so fun, Tuck! I'll teach you if you want."
Tuck: "Really? Okay! I'll be right back. I need to get my stool. I'm so excited"
Me: "ME, TOO!" (insert me doing an endzone touchdown dance)
Yesterday was an exciting day. Tuck learned how to do the laundry. It was LOADS of fun for both of us. Honestly, I thought he would do a few loads and then the novelty of the buttons and soap would wear off. But, they didn't! He separated colors, towels and whites. Then, we walked through each of the machines together; what soap to use, what buttons to push, and how much to shove into it.
I really need to credit my brilliant friend, Elizabeth, for this activity. She's the mom of SIX kids and all but one of them (a baby) do their own laundry. Her secret? Making it fun...and seem like they are doing a job that is "only for big, responsible kids." Works like a charm!
Tuck spent the day doing experiments, building Legos and listening for the buzzer on the washer machine. When it would go off, he was like Pavlov's dog. He'd come running with our laundry basket to go collect the dry clothes. Then, he'd switch over the laundry from the washer to the dryer while humming a little tune. It was like a real life fairy tale...for me!
As an added a bonus...wait for it...Mags FOLDED! The only thing she didn't fold was the fitted sheet. But, let's be honest. Who really CAN fold up one of those suckers?
The best part was that both kids felt accomplished. Okay. Not really. It was that my laundry was done.
But, their successes were definitely a close second.