Noah has a very difficult life.
Every night after dinner, he raids the pantry. He always goes for the cereal because it's on the lowest shelf. He pulls the bag out of the box and walks around the house eating his snack.
And when I ask him what he is doing, he looks at me like "What, I'm not doing anything wrong".
And then he feeds Rocko his cereal.
When my Mom was here, she commented that Rocko really looks after Noah and follows him around as if to protect him. It has nothing to do with security or love and everything to do with the fact that Noah feeds him all day long. They love each other.
With the wind chill this morning, it was -5 degrees. You read that right. -5 degrees in Arizona. So, we had to bundle up to head outside this morning.
He looked so cute, I couldn't stop laughing.
Noah likes to "help" unload the dishwasher. He does a nice job of stacking the plates.
And he even does it with a banana in one hand.
And when he is done stacking the plates...
...he starts putting them back into the dishwasher.
He stops for a little nourishment.
And continues to unload the dishes he just put back into the dishwasher.
And that buys me enough time to unload the rest of the dishwasher.
We're a good team.
And tomorrow, he'll do it all over again.