Lockdown Day 23.

Tonight, our big boy broke his bed when he jumped on it. To be fair, it was just a slat that cracked and was just displaced on one side under his weight so it's still functional.

He was in tears and frustrated with himself for the mistake. Papa and I weren't as upset as he was, but we did say he'd have to continue sleeping on the bed until we get a chance to reposition the slats in the morning. Natural consequences. 

Our most expensive child to upkeep, he is known to break things by accident (or negligence), especially things that don't belong to him. He's cracked a toilet seat in one of our previous rental homes, busted a hole in a friend's wall, and broken his siblings' toys on a few occasions. He certainly feels the pinch this time because it's something that is his own.

Well, he certainly keeps life interesting. Never a dull moment! 

He went from not knowing how to fold his own pants last week to being able to fold the family's laundry, like he did this morning, unasked. He's a big help, and those mad origami skills are coming in handy!

Popo sent a box of treats tonight and he was intrigued by this IQ game. 

Our big girl loved the glow-in-the-dark solar system from Popo and was proud to show off her creative arrangement on the wall.

The day ended a little less than ideal but it has been a pretty smooth day overall. Papa's weekend has effectively begun as his school is on mid term break tomorrow. Woohoo!

 Ending my post with a picture of these little sausage rolls snug on the couch this morning. Now that's the life!