Spencer is not loving having access cut off to the dining / kitchen in the morning. As shown by him grabbing what he can reach through his door to the dining room (also gated). Today he pulled a folding table OVER his baby gate. 😶
Folding Table... in the wrong roomHe also got into the drawers right outside his room, which do have kid activities in them, but are meant to be done at a table or under SOME supervision. He broke some busy bag activities, nothing valuable. We managed to find every single bead (there were a set number in the bag), but it meant a deep clean of his room, even under his bed. Then I even pulled his bed out and vacuumed... it was a whole ass project first thing in the morning that I had NOT planned for today. He had also lost a piece to Yahtzee Jr, so I needed to find that, too.
Not a huge mess, but there's 60 beads there, too.** A few of you may recognize the busy bag stuff, since that's from a swap we did when mine were babies and you're still here. **
On today's agenda, we planned to go to a friend's so I could replace the flame sensor in her furnace. Spencer had been looking forward to it all day. And yet, when it was time to go, he refused. 😕 Transitions, y'all. They are a bitch.
We did, of course, make it out of the house. I try not to take it personally. But then I saw a "This, too, shall pass" sign someone put on an overpass and it did make me cry just a little.
Then transitions back out from our friend's house were also hard. And then accepting that it would be bedtime when we got home (even though he was asking for a pillow in the car because he was tired).
I'd like to add, though, that I feel really good about how I handled things this morning.
