I guess I can't go scrapbookin' with my friends now...

I just had the most delightful tearfilled laugh. I seriously scared Steve so much I thought he would pee his pants. He was in the front room with Sophia talking about going into the back to say hi to Mama so I decided to hide as a cheap thrill. Here's my hiding place:

Now just imagine me, the delicate little flower, crouched behind a child's table from Ikea. Do you think you might notice me? I think any of you would. Not Steven! When I sat up and yelled "Raar!" (like a dinosaur) he screamed "Jesus!!!" and twisted his whole body away from me. As I laughed at him he justified his actions, "You know I always believe that zombies have gotten in". Nice excuse, you big wuss.

Oh, and according to Steve, payback is a bitch.

New room, no dollars

We used to have a bookcase right outside Sophia's door. It was obnoxious and U. G. L. Y. I decided that it was springtime and therefore time for change. We cleared out the crapola that was not Sophia's and moved it into her room. This time there was no 2 year old outrage at the change we were bringing into her life. Instead we were left with a delightful nook for DB to love. We took a bench from her playroom as well to increase the nook-i-ness of it all. Sophia loved it from the start. She pulled books down and read on the bench, ripped out all of the blankets inside and made a complete mess that she ultimately had to clean up. Don't be distracted by the door behind the bench. That's the old door to the closet that now holds our washer and dryer. It's the sort of thing you live with when you have a hundred year old house and no money to overhaul the whole thing. Enjoy!