Which means it's cold. And if I didn't have a small child with endless amounts of energy, I would crawl back into one of these beds and spend the day snoozing and boozing.  (Hehe)




I'm all about plaid this winter.  There may be some Robertson Tartan in the playroom, which needs to be finished soon because the toys are taking over my house.  Seriously, it's like Christmas morning everyday when Edward comes downstairs.  And, of course, all he wants to play with are pots and pans and anything in the pantry that can spill.

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