That's right, I'm giving up. There is no point in trying to keep Graham out of things or keep a straight house with all that is going on around us. One night after dinner Michael and I were looking at a new light fixture and Graham discovered how much fun the packaging could be. He climbed up on the table, grabbed a pen and started punching holes. Little white pellets made their way all over my dining room, hallway, den and I even found some upstairs in Graham's room. If you've ever dealt with peanuts or other foam packaging, you know how impossible it is to clean up. So we just let him go and have fun for a good 30 minutes or so and just figured we'll vacuum all the dots up at some point.
