Dreamy, no?
Alas, I'm finding the Fox(less) Room so homey. I can't entirely put my finger on it. I just feel at peace knowing that we're all up there together.
But the bed is a double and our toes hang off the end. I think the novelty wore off with Cory about 6 weeks ago...
Don't you just love these rambling posts where I take a month of Sundays to get to the point?
What can I say, I like to set the stage.
As I was saying, the two biggest littles are always the first to wake up. They tip-toe downstairs and 99% of the time, I hear them.
On this day, I did not.
This place does fall toward the nutty side of a normal/nutty continuum, but it is not commonplace for me to happen upon my children standing double in a window sill in the early morning hour.
Word on the street was that Jumpy/Buddy the Beanie Baby kitten had mysteriously landed atop the armoire.I guess he's not named Jumpy for nothing.
It took them a while to notice that I was even in the room. Ruby kept saying, over and over, "Calvin! You're so brave! You're really, really brave, Calvin!"
And then I was spotted.
And then Jumpy Buddy was retrieved through the courageous valor and steely mettle of Calvin, Ruby's on-again-off-again Honey.
After the ticker-tape parade, we celebrated over bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios.Tomorrow begins another week of possibility and temperatures in the 90's. Bring it on, baby. We're ready. We have squirt guns.
