June 26, 2004 - Saturday
Another of our projects this week was to stain this hutch that we bought (unfinished) about two months ago. We'd wanted to wait for warmer weather so we could just open the windows and do it in the dining room rather than moving it again. Harry, and Jeremy to a lesser extent, noticed right away when the doors started to be closed this week and got a lot more excited, and a lot more excited than I would have thought, when we opened them up again to put the doors back on and the drawers back in.

"What are we going to put on it?" he asked and immediately started hyperactively looking around. There was nothing to do but go with it and begin the four-year delayed work of emptying the overcrowded kitchen cabinets. Harry was excited, sure, but what surprised me most was that he was also committed to doing this, moving plants, tea pots, and eventually, with his mother and I ultimately needing to just let it had regardless of the tenuous nature of it, glass and stemware until we were all done with nothing else to move. Of course, Harry was careful and there were no problems, no breakage, just Harry acting like a wonderfully helpful son.


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