The Front Door

Yesterday, I went up stairs to put some clothes away in Allan and my closet. Timothy was playing contentedly downstairs with his blocks. I could hear him talking about how he was building houses and he even came upstairs twice to show me a picture on a couple of the blocks. I was only upstairs for 5 or 10 minutes putting the clothes away. When I came downstairs I saw he had built a town in the family room and was working on building a new house in the living room. That's when he said "I need more blocks," and proceeded to open the front door and the metal screen door and run out to the christmas deer we have in our front yard. The whole 20 seconds this took, I am telling him "we're not going to go outside right now, the blocks are inside." That's when I notice him trying to pull a block out of his block bag which was sitting next to the deer in the yard. I hadn't even known he had gone outside! Thank goodness he hadn't tried to cross the street on his own to play at the park or something like that. We do live on a quiet street in the back of our subdivision where only people who live back here and the ice cream man pass by, but still a very scary realization. Moral of the story? Keep the bolt locks, locked!

On another note, Timothy has a new bed. Well... not really a new bed. When I put him down for his nap now, I can't get him to sleep in his bed. When I leave the room, he takes his stuffed animals, goes into the closet, shuts the door, and uses his stuffed animals as pillows. Silly little guy.