What a great little helper I have. Mr. Sticky fingers was banished to the PackNplay for a brief timeout this afternoon when he managed to sneak over and unplug the TV, not once, but twice. Before you gasp and say "A TIMEOUT!?" I mean contained play time so that mom can use the bathroom without fear the baby will pull the DVD player out and drop it on the floor... again. I never understood how on earth kids could get into so much mischief... I thought, "geez, don't their parents watch them!?" Well now that I've had my humble pie I can say that it is impossible to have your eyes glued to them 24-7. I can turn my back for 10 seconds (no joke 10 seconds!!) and he's on the other side of the room heading for my quilt rack(which he thinks is a jungle gym).
Here my little helper noticed that the floor needed to be swept under the rocking chair. What a good boy! So he pushed it across the room and untied the cushion. Notice the baby gate to the left. It is impossible to keep him out of his room. He grins from ear to ear when the idea pops into his cute little head. Within seconds Hurricane Emmett leaves a trail of shoes, books, and nuks scattered across the floor.
If looks could kill...
"The underside of the activity table is way more fun then all the bells and whistles on top! How dare you use my middle name to get my attention, GOSH MOM!"
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