oh boy

We can't leave Kyalo alone for one second.  If we do, things like this happen:

 

Maybe if we got him some more toys, he wouldn't need to play with the toilet paper?

Yesterday I was wrapping up my blog post and just need two minutes more. We generally don't let him into the living room area because there are books and wires to pull and chew, and the fireplace is there, and usually has ash left over from a fire.  But, I thought I was being smart by blocking his way to the bookshelf, making sure the fireplace was clean, and then giving him free reign in the living room.  

This was a bad parenting decision.

 pleased as punch

proud. . .and ashy. . .

{sorry so blurry}

I changed his outfit and made him promise he wouldn't get into any more trouble.  The rest of the day was spent chasing him out of the dirt, the flower beds, keeping him out of the toilet, stopping him from eating {more} rocks, watching him get his head stuck in our front gate, and dragging him from out from under our bed...the floor there is covered in sawdust {don't ask}.

So, needless to say, I'm tired.  

Whew.

And our little explorer needed a bath! 

{happy. always happy.}

*note the farmers tan!