J is for Junior Helper

Since my hair is getting longer I have had a few bad hair days recently.
This one arrived when I woke up from my nap the other day. Must have been a good nap.
And this one, well, I thought maybe some of my dinner would make a nice hair accessory. Oops. It drives dad nuts when I get messy like this. He thinks I should be a clean eater. Ha...that's a good one.

Mom tried to get me to help with the laundry.
She stuck me in the laundry basket full of clothes. Does she think I am going to fold all these? NO! I just take them out of the basket for her. I am good at that.
I am stuck. I don't know how to get out.
Mom, this isn't funny. Now let me out.
I escaped. Do I have to fold the clothes now?
I have perfected the art of standing by myself. I have even tried taking a step or two by myself. I am still a little wobbly but am working on it.
And one...and two. I have been working hard to get big muscles. This pot cover works as a great weight.
Here is its matching pan .This handle seems mighty tasty.
Who knew this thing could make so much noise when I scoot it across the floor.

I think it's time for a diaper change. Mom, I will get the diaper.
Oops, I think I got more then I need. Oh well, mom will put these back for me.