We have a large section of the living room cordoned off with a big ottoman and Aiman’s jumpy chair toy thing. We call it The Paddock, and it is where we put Aiman if we need to get things done. It’s completely baby-proofed. Aiman hates The Paddock. He does not like to be contained. Even though The Paddock is a fairly large space, he thinks it is torture and will stand at the ottoman slapping it with his giant man-sized mitts and wailing annoyingly until someone comes and gets him. So, he gets to spend a lot of time out of The Paddock.
In sharp contrast to The Paddock are the bathrooms. Aiman loves the bathrooms. His favorite pastime is trying to bob and weave around us so he can lick the toilet. He loves it. I think it is because he knows he’s not allowed to do it that he is so bent on getting his way. The one thing that allowed us to let Aiman roam free outside of The Paddock was the lovely invention of doors. Without the doors our kid would try to drink toilet water on a regular basis. Thanks to his ridiculous height, and the aforementioned giant man-sized mitts, the days of being able to let him out of The Paddock to roam free with only light parental supervision are over.