Our "good helper"

Camden had all the wrong screws in the wrong places, but at least he didn't lose anything.

I'm pretty sure there was a "good helper?" right before or after this picture was taken.

They let him think he was helping for a while.

(Longer than they wanted.)

And the one who's content with Play-Doh for now.

Tuesday night Mom and Dad came over to help us put the new crib together. (That's the third crib in this house, for those of you who are counting.) Camden always touts himself as the "good helper", and Tuesday was no different. He's perfectly content as long as he's allowed to be involved. It's when the dad has had enough of his good help that things get ugly. Very, very ugly. But it's cute for a while!