Sarah’s out of town. I’ve been solo dad for the weekend. It’s been good. But despite best intentions, I do occasionally lose track of my progeny and have to track them down. Today I documented two unexpected incidents.

Aerial Snooze

Maggie was down for a rest. I rested for a while too. Griffin was awfully quiet. I went to investigate.

Griffin is sleeping on a bit of lumber about four feet off the ground. (He rigged the precarious “bridge” earlier to create an easier method for Maggie to get into the climbing tree.)

Dumpster Diving

Later, after Maggie woke up, they slipped out the side gate while I was mowing the back lawn. Upon my successful pursuit:

Nothing is cooler than the neighbor’s giant red dumpster. (Yesterday, Griffin asked for my help deciphering all of the warning stickers, then proceeded to ignore them.)