Nap Time Adventures

I love how life happens.  As I was working on my blog posts for the week, my son was in his room trying to go to sleep, or so I thought.  I kept hearing him calling my name, then Daddy T's name, then my name.  I kept telling him to lay down and go to sleep.  I occasionally would hear a thump, but I assumed it was Daddy T who was cleaning downstairs.  I was wrong.

Daddy T came up to get some water and he went in B's room to see what B wanted.  I hear "What did you do!"  Uh oh.  Not good.  When Daddy T says this, that means I usually don't want to know what just happened.  Because this implies a mess.  I hate messes.  Messes frustrate me because I feel like I spend my entire day cleaning up one mess after another.  And these messes happen right after I've just spent a long time cleaning.

So I pick myself up from in front of the computer and peek in his room.  So far so good.  I step in to his room.  I see this...

He likes to climb.  He doesn't like going through the little holes that we left as walkways.  He likes to clip up and over, which we think resulted in this.  This explains why B couldn't "lay down and go to sleep" as I had been requesting.

We've since put the bed back together and he's resting peacefully. 

It is non-stop action at our household!