Everywhere a chair chair

Here a chair, there a chair, everywhere a chair chair.

This is the little rhyme I have been saying in my head for the past week. Henry is pushing anything that moves and his number one target are the dining chairs. He moves them down the hall, he moves them back to the table, he moves them into the living room and all the way to the back door. They make this awful dragging noise along the floor but there isn't much I can do about it. He is so happy when he's moving those chairs - or anything that moves!

Most items end up at the back door when he's done moving them. We've started calling this area of our living room the graveyard. It's where all of the things that have lost his interest end up. As I'm typing this, the laundry basket, bench, and play table are all there. Ellie has gotten used to navigating her way through the rubble in order to make it out the backdoor. I move everything back to its proper place several times a day only to have the little mover come through and move it to where he wants it to be.

Trying to push the bench out the back door.

Pouting when the bench has been moved as far as it can go.

Really putting some oomph into moving his play table. Notice the chair in the graveyard behind him.

A desperate attempt to move SOMETHING - ANYTHING!

-a