Showing posts with label office. Show all posts
Showing posts with label office. Show all posts
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Get to work, please!
Ian likes to help in the office.
I'm done with my filing, Mama. Is there any more I can do?
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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.
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.
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