Tuesday, March 15, 2011

When I grow up . . .

Jamie was supposed to stay in bed and take a nap. He fussed at the gate for a few minutes and then we started hearing the noise. We'd sneak upstairs and peak to make sure he was still ok. After about two hours I snuck up to see if he was asleep yet. We hadn't heard anything for a while. NOPE. He was sittting by the drawers under the window looking around. Thirty minutes later, Jason went up and laid him on the bed where he fell asleep within seconds of hitting the pillow.
We gave him a few minutes to make sure he was really asleep before going up to assess the damage.

These were the initial crashes- the car and batting.

Luckily he hadn't emptied all the drawers. He even left his boxes of clothes alone which is very suprising because he loves getting into those.

The closet was the biggest crash of all. He pulled down a box of magazines, a bin, the sleeping bag, clothes, the bucket, and the gift bags.

He was just practicing for what he wants to be when he grows up: A MESSMAKER!!!

It's hard work- he slept for three hours. Luckily he's still in training and his mess only took a few minutes to pick up.

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