April 14, 2008

Storm Watcher

Poor Rory. He's had two days of gorgeous weather with the doors open, free to come and go. Free to bring a forest's worth of twigs and sticks and logs into the kitchen. My house smells like wet wood. The temperature is dropping this evening and rain is coming, so I closed the doors. The trail of playthings leading from the toybox to the door is just an indicator of boredom. NOTHING competes with chewing wood into itsy bitsy pieces. Except maybe chewing the charging cord for the laptop.

1 comment:

Norm Clark said...

Note the bells hanging on the patio doors. Rory and Seth use it to indicated they have to go out. There used to be a second set but Rory ate the other one - it was a boring day!