Putting Jackson to Work in the Kitchen

He's not walking yet, but our newest sous chef is getting the hang of prep work in the kitchen.

Okay, maybe not, but as Nena was cooking dinner tonight and retrieving the things she needed, the little guy crawled over to the fridge and pulled himself right up on an open drawer. There aren't any wine bottles in the bottom of the door in this picture, but he's crawled over and grabbed them before.

He has good taste. What can I say?

It's only a matter of time before he's actually walking...and then opening the fridge on his own. For now, we enjoy watching him scoot all over the kitchen while we're doing our thing there.

We're in trouble, but we wouldn't have it any other way. We love this little guy.

Comments

[Tim]

How long before he's blogging?

[Jennifer Hess]

One of my earliest memories is of crawling around on the kitchen floor in my folks' old house in Detroit while they made dinner. Nothing really specific except their conversation and the speckled linoleum stands out, but it's a good memory, and I think that early association of the kitchen and family definitely planted a seed. Go, Jackson!

[John Witherspoon]

Hey Lenn
I have to get me one of those - it is so hard to find good help these days! haha

my parents would put me in those johnny jumper things that you put in a door way. And I would just bounce all over the place while they worked in the kitchen. I have tried to get my wife on board with this but 1. she likes cooking WITH me and 2. I haven't been able to find a johnny jumper in an adult size.

See ya
John
:)

[winehiker]

I used to love hanging out in the kitchen, too. At a point in my life just a wee bit later than Jackson's, I remember my mom getting me a stepstool for use in the kitchen. The stool's purpose seemed obvious to me: it was for reaching the top shelf of the fridge where the good stuff was. But Mom had other plans for me: I was now tall enough to wash the dishes!