Later in the day after his nap, we head outside to the front yard. As I sit on the driveway and fumble through our mail, he gladly pulls the trash cans and parks (as he would say) them in the garage. He knows exactly where to put them and he sure is proud of himself when he's done. I praise him and he gives off a huge grin. It's one of the sweetest sights ever. And dada, well he is just as proud to drive up after work seeing his trash cans already put up and in their place.
These are simple things that we do near the end of the day (before dada comes home) I never want to forget. They are so precious to me.