Trauma

The entryway to our living room is too small for a gate, so when Timmers is catfood bound, has already taken every pot and pan out of the cupboard, or is headed for the stairs, I get creative. I push the two couches together to fence the boy in so to speak while I make lunch or other mommy-type-jobs. The problem I have now is that when he sees me start to move the furniture around HE KNOWS what is going on and starts to cry. It's a good thing we have 17 years to get him ready for the big move to college!