The Toy Box

So earlier this week, I decided to try to clean Dylan's bathroom while he was awake and playing.  I normally reserve these kinds of activities for when little man is napping.  However, this day I was going to put a couple baby gates up and let him play in his bedroom and the connecting hallway.  From the bathroom, I can see most of Dylan's room so it's easy to keep an eye on him.  Dylan played quietly for most of the time.  By the time I worked my way over to scrub the bathtub, Dylan got quiet.  Too quiet!  Usually when it's that quiet, he's doing something that he is not supposed to be doing.  So I quickly dropped everything and peaked around the corner to his bedroom.  This is what I saw.

I was relieved to find him just sitting in his toybox playing with his toys.  But then I started to think, "How in the world did he get in there?"  He only had maybe 2-3 minutes at the very most since the last time I went in his room to check on him.

I'm still not quite sure how he got in there.  There is a little chair that sits beside the toy box that Dylan's Great-Grandfather Faith had made for him.  The only logical explanation that I could come to is that somehow my little monkey climbed up on the chair and then proceeded to somehow swing his leg over the side of the toy box to slide down in it.  I'm not even sure if this is possible considering it was super quiet and I really think I would have heard him.  I guess I'll never know.  Here's one of Dylan's first mysteries that Mom might not ever figure out.

Thank You Grandma & Grandpa Faith for the toy box. As you can see we are working on filling it up. Not only does it store toys out of sight for us, but it is also enjoyment for the curious little monkey man who climbs everything!