"helping"

cashel...ok...i have started a new daily ritual. he helps me "wash" dishes. every afternoon when we get home it normally goes like this...

1. he "talks" to a picture of mimi while still in his car seat so i can run stuff upstairs
2. he locks the car by pushing the lock button on the passenger side door then he runs down the drive way
3. i quickly close the car door and chase him down the drive way
4. we walk down to our neighbors yard so he can attempt to pick unripened lemons off of her tree - he gets mad at me for not letting him pick the lemons
5. we make it to the "loop" and he goes down some stairs into this little patio area that is adjacent to several people's apartments
6. he gets mad at me because i won't let him walk up and down people's stairs because we don't know these people but then i give in and he walks up each set of stairs once and then we can go back up the stairs to the loop
7. i go one way, saying, "come on cashel" and he goes the other way so i turn around and go the way he's going and he turns and runs the other way
8. i pick him up, he screams and cries, but we finally make it back to our drive way where, if i'm lucky, he goes up the stairs without a fuss
9. i strip him down to his diaper so that he can he play in (literally) his sand/water table, slide, with push toys, etc while i wrangle the puppies into the den and organize all the stuff i carried in in preparation for getting dinner going
10. he makes his way inside and says "agua, agua, aqua" and once i'm ready for it this is what he does while i get dinner ready: