
He has this special routine he does every day.
We'll take him into the living room to watch Sesame Street. He sits on the rug and watches it for a few minutes, then he is off searching through his toy box. He grabs certain toys and looks at them for a split second, "No, that's not the one." He tosses them out, until he finds the one he was looking for. He plays with "the chosen one" until he's bored of it, then on to the next thing on his agenda.

Into the bedroom he goes. He sits in front of the bookshelf and takes out all the bottom row books. Making a huge mess for mommy, daddy or nana Estella to pick up. Then to daddy's dresser, where he takes out all the neatly folded shirts, one by one. He hands each of the shirts to me. I stack them on the bed and wait patiently to put them back.
In the kitchen, he holds onto the water cooler and sticks his finger where the water pours out from. He gets a few drops of water on his tiny index finger and offers it to me. I acccept his offer, of course, who could refuse.
In our bedroom, he takes all of his own clothes out of the drawers, then crawls over to the diaper organizer and hands his diapers to me. I thank him after each one he hands me.

These are what our days with Jonas are like. They aren't always in that exact order, but that is pretty much what he does around the house.