"Get out! Get out!"

So earlier this week I had the wonderful pleasure of folding all the clothes! I've come to accept that probably for the rest of my life, this will be an under appreciated task that I do. One of the things that I like to do when I fold clothes is keep Ayden distracted. If I don't he liked to test what happens when he grabs a folded shirt and throws it. "What will the shirt do if I do this?! How many can I test before Mommy runs over and stops me? Maybe if I kick them they'll look different from when I throw them. Oooh I can destroy more before Mommy gets to me if I kick them and throw them!" This is how I generally imagine his train of thought going, if I was his age that's what I'd be thinking! Anyway- I have learned that if he's busy with something else I can actually make progress on the clothes and I don't want to toss him across the room as much, since he's not ruining everything! As far as I see it, it's a win-win situation. So on this particular folding day, I took one of the clean bedsheets and made a fort for him. He was

pretty excited and extremely hyper by the time I'd finished. He'd run in and out at a mile a minute. If I poked my head in, he'd laugh hysterically. Or if I crawled in he would run around in circles inside the fort laughing. It was pretty cute. There were some times when I would try to crawl in and he wasn't interested in having visitors... so he'd run at me, swinging his little arm and saying "Get out! Get out!" Of course he can't really say 'get' so it sounded more like "det out!" but I got the idea. :) I even tried to put Ethan inside for a second and Ayden got even more upset about that over me coming in. So in order to maintain the peace, Ethan and I evacuated the fort and chilled outside, folding clothes. Feeling under appreciated. :P Ok, not really, but it was a fun couple of hours, I will admit.