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Sous Chef




It seems as if I have acquired a sous chef in my kitchen. Baby A loves pots and pans. It usually starts even before he eats breakfast. He will crawl right over to the cupboard where the pots and pans are kept, open it, point and make his cute little yell until I pull ALL of the pots and pans out for him. Then he will "ask" for a spatula or large spoon. This keeps him busy for hours (yes, hours!). If he happens to get a piece of food while he is on the floor, he will put it in a pan and pretend to "cook" it like a pancake, flipping it frequently.

The pots and pans stay strewn about the kitchen until his nap time and then come out again after A wakes up. The other day I got so tired of them being out, that, while all of the boys were playing outside, I put the pots and pans away. Well, that little chef, must have heard the clanging of pots, because he came crawling in from the deck and "yelled" until all the pots were in their correct place, all over the kitchen floor!



Oh, my little chef! I cannot wait until you can become the master chef!

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  1. I love that he needs them ALL out. Babies don't believe in half-measures, do they?

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  2. Very cute!! Its funny that he got so worked up about his pots and pans being put away:)

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  3. Maybe Santa can bring him some toy pots and pans he can put in a special cabinet where he can have access to them. Oh wait, he'll still want the real thing over the toys if he's anything like my kids :)

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  4. He can cook for me any day! What a cute little guy we are blessed with :)

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  5. What a handsome little cook you have :)
    Have a great week

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