For those of you who know Josh, you're familiar with his "anal" tendencies. He prefers things to be tidy, well kept- you know, everything in it's place. I, on the other hand, am a little more "free" when it comes to these things. No matter how hard I try, there's always some sort of clutter following me around. (To my credit, I have come a long way. Just ask my college roomates.) So, the other day, I was ironing a few shirts in the laundry room. Lily was at my feet playing with our front load washer. At least I thought she was. I look over and she's carrying the broom down the hall. I decided to follow her into the kitchen where she begins "sweeping." I'm thinking: "Oh no, I can't handle another clean freak in this house."
Then, the other day, I was putting away some clean dishes in a cabinet under the sink. We've got those babyproof clasps on the door which got stuck and didn't shut all the way. I, of course, didn't notice. Here comes Lily, around the corner, pushing her stroller by the cabinet. Not kidding: she stops, looks at the door, pushes it closed, and continues on her merry way. Wow. I didn't know it would start this early. Needless to say, Josh is ecstatic.