Anyways, Bob ended and Ethan wandered into his room, said "bye mamma" and closed the door. OK-he needs privacy and I am getting so much more done with him not being in the kitchen. Soon I begin to hear noise...that ominous low grunt, followed by a crash, and sometimes an "oh no!" or "oh-uh!" But really, right now I don't mind, I am getting a lot done, and as long as the destruction is limited to his room, he's already ruined the wallpaper border, so there's not much else he can trash.
After I finish my cooking and clean up of the kitchen, I venture into Ethan's room, where I find he has managed to open his closet door-usually I shut it hard, and because its an old house, the wood sticks and you have to be really strong to open it. Somehow he opened it. Now, the closet is where I stash anything that needs to go uo to the attic next time we open it, as well as bags of clothes that he's outgrown or is about to grow into, as well as some bags of toys because we've been handed down a ridiculous ammount, so I only have about half out at a time and rotate through them. So this is the scene that greeted me when I opened his door:
Do you see the grin on his face?
Good thing he is so cute. Speaking of cute, here he is in his new yard sale-find pajamas playing peek-a-boo with a basket.
