Foosa the Chef!

I've been meaning to write this down for some time now. I've been busy being stressed about a variety of other things, such as my likely unemployment and yet another failed attempt to stay pregnant with a friend for Foosa. (4 losses and counting - I think I'm broken!) Anyway, I wish I could remember when he started doing this, but one of his favorite foods is mac and cheese. He announces cheese and runs to the pantry. (He likes regular cheese too, but if he wants that he heads for the fridge...he's a smartie.) Some weeks back he announced it and scampered off to the pantry. I was folding a few last pieces of laundry and told him I would be there in a minute. Most of our kitchen is baby proofed except for the pantry and one lower cabinet. I have no idea why. We have extra locks. Hubby must have gotten bored or something while he was installing them. So Foosa returned to me with the macaroni box in hand. I told him to take it back to the kitchen, and I would be there soon to make it for him, I certainly couldn't prepare it in the bedroom. He left. When I followed him a minute or two later, I couldn't believe my eyes. The other cabinet that doesn't lock houses the pots and pans. I had heard noises but figured he was just playing in it like he does. Nope. I walked into the kitchen and he stood there beaming proudly and exclaiming, Cheese! Next to him on the floor was the pot I always use, with the colander and box of macaroni resting inside of it. He had assembled it all together for me to speed up the prep time apparently. Absolutely adorable. He does this routinely now, so of course I think my kid is a genius. :)