New Digs

Well then...I guess the decision of wheather or not to leave the toys upstairs after the carpet is installed has been made. I'm finishing up village stuff, the kids head upstairs to play. The running around in circles starts immediately. I put the paperwork away and head up there to get Maiya and holler at the biggies to get out of my room. I open the door in time to see Trent coming back in through the window...from the fucking roof!!! Heaven help me. He said this is the second time he has done it. This time Devin joined him. Granted he is a 6 y/o boy, and I think this may be somewhat normal but CRAP! Granted he saw Mommy and Daddy out on the roof damn near all last summer, but CRAP! Granted it is easy access, the windows are only 16" off the floor, but CRAP! Lord help me....I've barely begun reading the two books I grabbed from the library on 'raising boys...' CRAP! He won't be feeling so rough and tumble and invincible tomorrow when he finds out that we aren't going to the fair as punishment. Oy! Do you think a scared, crying mommy has any kind of impact on a 6 y/o little boy?