We're doomed

Today Jesse and I had our noses buried in various projects in the livingroom when we heard a commotion in the diningroom.  Nikolai had discovered that he could push the diningroom chairs over to the bookshelf next to the kitchen, where he could then play with the light switches and pull all sorts of things off the top shelf that he couldn't normally reach (and mama had been banking on that, so she had stashed all sorts of cool stuff up there).

I think this is the beginning of the end--or at least, the end of our ability to keep things out of his reach, as well as our ability to ever leave him alone in a room expecting to come back to find him and the room intact--at least until he's old enough to reason with (so, like 8? >.<)

Oh well.