Poor Oliver. He hates the baby gate that closes behind him and traps him in his room. Freedom to run around the house is what the guy desires.
Of course, if we're going outside for a while and when we leave, Oliver and Emerson are put in their room. You can see for yourself why in the photo below.
You may have noticed the sweet, angelic faces first, but look in the back at the lovely chewed up molding. Yup, this is what their entire room looks like and I'm determined to not have the rest of my home and furniture look the same, so in their room they go when there's no supervision.
Oliver had a different thought over the weekend. On Sunday, he started moving his entire room of toys into the living and dining rooms. He'd pick up a toy, squeak it in his mouth as loud as he could, and run with a happy trot to either of the rooms to deposit the toy. Back into his room he'd run to retrieve another.
It appeared he had come to the conclusion that he could confuse us. If we couldn't figure out where his room was then he wouldn't be put in it.
Sorry Olly. I can tell your room based on the distinct and lovely look of the trim.