Well, Maybe One Last Post Before Summer...
The boys sleep in bed tents. The tent of the oldest keeps popping off the bed, because he has so many stuffed toys that it's hard to keep them contained within the thin vinyl walls. I had to give him an ultimatum: put some toys into storage, or no more tent. He chose the former. Lest you think I'm exaggerating about the multitude of plushes, here is proof that it's worse than it sounds.

He's old enough not to need bed rails anymore, but we keep them there just to contain the spillage.

The youngest doesn't have a problem with his tent, but he doesn't have as many stuffed toys either.
In knitting news, the mittens are multiplying at a satisfying rate of one per day.

I weep for Southern Ontario Library Service. The Ministry's $700,000 cut to their budget makes me fearful of how this will affect my many friends there. I wonder if it's just a coincidence that SOLS got slashed the exact amount that the same Ministry granted to the Ontario Digital Library project. Ah, it's too depressing to even think about it.
He's old enough not to need bed rails anymore, but we keep them there just to contain the spillage.
The youngest doesn't have a problem with his tent, but he doesn't have as many stuffed toys either.
In knitting news, the mittens are multiplying at a satisfying rate of one per day.
I weep for Southern Ontario Library Service. The Ministry's $700,000 cut to their budget makes me fearful of how this will affect my many friends there. I wonder if it's just a coincidence that SOLS got slashed the exact amount that the same Ministry granted to the Ontario Digital Library project. Ah, it's too depressing to even think about it.