We got new carpet in our bedroom last week. Our room is where the bookshelves live. Bookshelves which had to be moved. You do the math.
I had to go to a meeting that night, and left the job undone. I wish I had a picture of what I found when I got home that night (after Little Mister had gotten into the bathroom). On second thought, it's probably better that I don't.
On a side note, you can see that I moved Daddyman's books last: George Will, John Wooden and baseball are at the front of the piles!
As I write this, Little Mister is having his first "nap" in his big boy bed. When we went upstairs at naptime, he crawled in to the bed in his room and looked at me with such a satisfied look on his face that I couldn't resist letting him give it a try. He's been out about half a dozen times. Hmmm. Maybe not.