The Great Divide

We finally decided it was time to separate Abby. Give her a place of her own to roam and grow - and decorate as she wishes. For one, she was all too interested in playing ONLY with the boys' toys. No matter how many things we gave her, she'd go directly to the train table and open the drawers and pull out all the little pieces and stick them directly in to her mouth. We'd go through and clean everything up, give her back her giant, mouthing safe toys, tunr our backs for two seconds and she'd be right back at the train table. Tisk. Tisk. Tisk. Secondly, we thought she deserved to roam without her brothers jumping on her. We put a gate between what should be the living and dining rooms. She seems very happy in there - most of the time. (If she thinks it is time to eat and you put her in there and then don't stay? She is NOT happy.) And I appreciate the piece of mind it gives me while I am out of the room. Now if I could just convince Benjamin to stop throwing things in there, we'd be golden. O, and the boys wants me to make sure you notice whose side is messy. They tried telling me Abby was the troublemaker and I guess now they have their proof.