Please behold the train table, tracks, and land of magical wonders that Jordan's grandparents gave him for Christmas.
Nick started putting it together when we got home from our annual Christmas Eve festivities with dear family friends. I waited up being all supportive as long as I could, and then pregnancy exhaustion took over, and right around 10 pm I had to go to sleep.
So when I got up in the morning, it was seriously like Christmas fairy dust for both Jordan and me.
While all the adults were still all, "Ooh, look! The tracks go up in the air!" and "Hey! A gas pump!" Jordan discovered The Drawer.
This table, it has a large drawer underneath, in which to stash the multitude of toys that would otherwise be strewn about the room. We were excited about the drawer.
Not half as excited as Jordan.
He promptly climbed in, looked at Nick, and said, "Close me!"
The kid loves to be closed in the drawer. And then he says, "Where are me?"
To which we respond, "I don't know! Where's Jordan? Is he in the bathroom?"
Jordan pipes up with a soft little, "No!"
"Is he behind the radiator?"
You can see a blue eye peering through the gap between table and drawer, Jordan barely able to contain his glee. "No!"
"Is he under the kitchen table?" And we go through places in the house, each time with Jordan's delighted and unsuppressed "No!"
Finally, finally one of us says, "Maybe he's in the drawer! OH! HERE HE IS!"And then he climbs out, runs around, then climbs back in and says, "Close me!"
He could do this all day. We don't even necessarily have to play the Where Are Me? game. Sometimes we just close the drawer and then wait until he says, "Open me!"
Where's your child? Oh, he's just hanging out in the drawer.
The nice thing is, we know where he is and what he's up to and he's not banging, climbing on, or breaking anything. On the downside, um, our kid likes to lie quietly in a closed drawer.
Also, we're pretty sure Closing Your Kid in a Drawer is a no-no on the Social Services checklist.