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The mysterious space-saving hedgehog!
The other day we finally packed up Baby Bug’s crib, wrapped it up in plastic and shipped off to our family storage unit, aka Camp Chaos. It just took up way too much space and the only thing that ever slept in it was stuffed animals. Lots and lots and lots of stuffed animals. They were getting thick in there.
We’d been holding onto the crib year after year thinking I’d get pregnant again but that hasn’t happened so now I’m convinced that getting rid of it might work like a good luck charm. So far, no luck. But! We have tons of space now in Bug’s room! Space is so fun to play in!
The only problem was that now the veritable zoo of stuffed animals had no where to live. You can only stash so many animals on your bed before there isn’t any room to sleep. I tried to find some to take to the goodwill but every single animal had a story or was given to us by someone we really care about. What to do, what to do… I’d love to buy one of these but I’m trying to cut down on miscellaneous expensive extras.
Then I eyeballed Hedgie. I unzipped him, took out his inner balloon and voila! We have our own Hedgehog Boonie thingamagig! It’s great! The hedgehog used to be fun to fwomp on but it was a bit dangerous because the inner balloon would bounce you right off in odd directions and sometimes those odd directions would be towards sharp edges like the coffee table or a rock hard wall. So now it isn’t so bouncy. It’s squishy. Kind of comfortable really.
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A little of this, a little of that
We’ve been doing a little of this and a little of that. Mostly just staying home for a change. We were all over the place last month. It’s kind of sad really that traveling (short distances) is sort of a norm for us. Every time I point the car home and Bug starts to recognize where we are going she lets out a wail.
“Nooooooo! I don’t want to go hooooooooome!”
Her sentiments are silly really because she loves being home. She loves driving her dad nuts while he’s trying to work and chasing the cats around with a squirt bottle. She loves the beach and the coffee shop we frequent for chocolate croissants and a latte for me. She loves her toys and her beloved television that is on way more than it should be. I think what she is thinking of is nap time or dinner time and those are oh-so-very-dreaded. (Not that dinnertime is horrid or anything but it isn’t as much fun as eating candy canes and visiting Gramma.)
I can’t blame her. When I think about “going home” I often think of how I have to do laundry or cook dinner or clean the bathroom or the cat box or all of the above. It’s sad when thinking about “home” just conjures up all the chores we have to do. I need to work on that.
I should just be thankful that I have a home that needs keeping up.
Hopefully coming soon: some pictures of our decorated tree that are not blurry! Hopefully!