Silas is quite the domestic goddess.
Here you see him ripping seams so he can put up the curtains.
He was not happy when I pointed out his domesticity. Note the glare.
I made Tesla some baby food.
He enjoyed it.
We decided we didn't have enough room for an actual crib, so we sold it. Tesla now sleeps in a bin.
This is what Tesla does
when I am doing this.
(I promise, the chicken is not as gross as it looks. It's Crock Pot Santa Fe Shredded Chicken, and it's REALLY REALLY REALLY good. And easy. And I got it off of a Weight Watchers website. So not too bad for you. Mine ended up with a little extra water, but it was easily solved by serving with a slotted spoon.)