Amanda decided she was going to help me unload the dishes from the dishwasher this afternoon. I don't know if you've ever had a one year old help you unload the dishwasher, but it's not pretty. The second I opened the door she ran over to help. The first thing she did was grab a knife from the silverware holder, a butter knife not a sharp one, and lick it. Thank you very much, back into the dishwasher. After I asked her to leave the silverware alone, and took it so she couldn't grab anymore, she picked up a plate, luckily a plastic kid's plate, and, you guessed it, licked it. At this point I should have just rerun the dishwasher.
As I emptied the silverware container into the drawer, Sarah came over to play defense and prevented Amanda from picking up any of the breakable plates. Luckily when it comes to Amanda, Sarah has become a huge help. When it comes to anything else, not so much. As I gathered up all the plates to put in the cabinet, Amanda decided we were don't unloading the dishwasher and tried to shut the door. Unfortunately the bottom rack was still out with breakable dishes in it. It was just heavy enough to prevent her from getting the door very far, but she was trying hard.
I finally grabbed all the bowls, pushed in the bottom rack and put the bowls in the cabinet only to turn back to the dishwasher and find her sitting on the open door. Now I know those doors are strong, but I don't know how long they can hold 22+ pounds. I took her off, told her no, which really has zero effect, and pulled out the top rack. At this point you'd think I'd just give up, but no, I'm a glutton for punishment. Plus, I had a sink full of dirty dishes that needed to go into the dishwasher. This is the part Sarah is good at, because it's mostly plastic. So she started grabbing plastic cups and lids and putting them away. Not wanting to be left out, Amanda also starting grabbing cups. Finally finding a job she could actually do, I told her to take the cup and put it in the drawer where the kids' cups go. Amazingly, she did.
When we finally got the dishwasher unloaded with no injuries or broken dishes, I started to reload with the dirty dishes. At least now if she licked them or dropped them I wouldn't have to rewash them because they were already dirty. I put all the silverware in first and as I was putting in the plates she grabbed a knife, the sharp kind. Oh how she loves those knives. I nicely took it away from her, put the last of the dirties in and then asked her if she wanted to help me close the door. Of course that had been what she was waiting for all along. As soon as it was shut she walked away. Game over.
This is just foreshadowing for so many, many things I will have to be careful about in the next coming months. Give me strength!
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