Sanity in the office

We went from this:

with Ian nicely distributing my recycle box paper throughout the office,


to this:

with Ian AND his toys nicely contained in the playpen. Less dog hair on the boy, he has a happy box of toys that doesn't land somewhere he shouldn't be, he doesn't land somewhere he shouldn't be, and when he falls, there's something cushy nearby. Or a pointy toy.


For the time being, he really enjoys being in there. And that's fabulous because it makes everyone happy.