Fast forward four years to a different baby. Look in the dictionary under the word menace and you see Nolan's evil grin staring back at you. The kid is into everything. EVERYTHING. He not only pulls the books off the shelves, but then he sits and rips the pages out one by one, either eating them, or tossing them aside to move to a new book. The living room was a constant disaster, and we started worrying that he was making the shelves too top heavy (within literally seconds entire shelves would be empty) causing way too much of a hazard.
So wouldn't you know it, the bookshelves have been moved to our bedroom. He is never left alone in there, so it was the safer, tidier thing to do. We actually prefer it this way. Not only does Jordan like the look of our bedroom better, but there is now an entire living room wall to store toys up against! Better on one wall, out of view from some angles, than stacked in, around and on everything else in our living room!
Hanging out amongst their loot. Asher where the bookshelves once were...
If only we could Nolan-ize the rest of the house. Until now, closed doors and baby gates will have to do!
After I hit publish I noticed he was beside me pulling out our alphabetized CDs and one by one tossing them on the floor. Awesome.