Need Play Please Mom

Wes is learning he can string together words to form sentences now. They're a little choppy, but understandable at least. A couple days ago he came up and pulled on my shirt, looked at me with these huge puppy dog eyes and said "Need socks, need shoes, need play please mom." Apparently our trip to the playground already wasn't enough and he needed more. It was so cute how could I say no? Besides, it would get Zach on to his bike and the leg motions of the bike helps him poop better so off we went like a herd of turtles: Zach with his bike that he still can't push properly unless he's riding it and I am NOT letting him ride it inside, Wes prancing like a pony because we're going to play and me trying to get them out from under my feet long enough for me to lock the door behind us and push the button for the elevator.

As usual Wes took off running as soon as he realized we're going down stairs. He knows to use the right side of the building to exit because it's closer to the playground and he won't have to hold my hand if he goes directly there. Zach pushes his bike faster the closer we get to the doors leading outside and the pavement where he is finally allowed to hop on his bike.

I suppose I should have just told Wes no that one time so he wouldn't ask any more, but I don't think it would help what happened later. He was supposed to be taking a nap (and it was the weekend so Cody was home). I was at the computer typing away for something and I thought I heard him waking up. I gave him a couple minutes to get happy before I went in there. I almost passed out.

We live on the fourth floor and my tiny buddy had managed to open the window that I locked and was trying to go play on the playground. The window doesn't open wide enough for him to go out or so we thought. He figured out that he could turn sideways and still get out. Thank God for the bars on the window, but he could slip in between where they attach to the wall because the gap is so big. I just said his name and yelled for Cody. Wes was just climbing down from the window when Cody rushed in. I seriously thought I was going to be ill and I didn't know if it was from the stomach bug going around or seeing my tiny buddy trying to kill himself.

I so can't wait until we leave this place and he doesn't have a four story drop to go play outside. It'll be great when he can just go play in the fenced back yard whenever he wants instead of having no yard at all and an expensive playground with loud unsupervised mean children.