The bathroom footstool

A while back I had to find a home for our trusty, solid, black stool from Ikea. Sawyer was taking advantage of the places he could go when it was left helpfully resting near "the canee cupboard." It is now tucked under my desk in the little office area outside my kitchen. I pull it out and put it back as needed. Sawyer can scooch it once it is out, he can however, only pull it out with great difficulty and only starts the pull to show me that he wants to help wash dishes. Unfortunately, Sawyer has discovered the lightweight footstool in the bathroom. He is also rapidly expounding on its many uses. Day 1-3, used to look into the kitchen sink. Today, set against the counter below the "canee cupboard," THEN Soy Boy proceeded to stand on the stool and then use the door handles on all of the drawers (nice and sturdy old drawers and handles) to scale his way up and onto the counter, open the cupboard and dive into the dried mango. So... I did not return the stool back to the bathroom but hid it on top of the other stool under the counter. This was the obvious new location for my young son because as I was getting ready for bed in my bathroom (the house is completely dark, Mike is downstairs doing homework), the boy comes toddling in with the stool. He places it beside me and then once again hoists himself onto the counter and starts saying "ip" as he rummages through my makeup bag for the chapstick. My baby is no longer a baby. He is a big boy! I am going to have to reassess what I consider unreachable. Also, he was making moves while he and Sadie were chasing each other tonight that were clearly boy moves and not toddler moves. Little Stinker! Kids should not be allowed to grow up.

In other news, Jane made Central Coast Honor Band for flute. We are very excited for her. Yay Jane!!!!