The playroom.

One of the February projects Morg and I tackled was setting up a real playroom. I've collected adventurous things for this room for years now. I'm still arranging things here and there, but we finally got it all done.

The plane, map, arrow sign, bench, globe, bike wheel, chairs, striped canvas chairs and table are all thrift store or yard sale finds. Last summer I bought a set of eight pull-down maps in their original wooden frame at a yard sale. I paid $60.00 for all of them and gave them to Mr. Keller for father's day last year. We set them in the storage room, unsure where to hang them up. When I was putting the playroom together, I decided to grab one of the maps and I had no idea how large and colorful and fabulous they all were! I mean, this map, you guys. I can't get over it. What a lucky find. I had no idea! The plane is a vintage replica and I picked it up for just $15 at a yard sale last summer too. 

The garbage pails are from King's and were actually the most spendy thing in the whole room. 

The I made the pom pom garland and we're hoping to maybe do some more rearranging so that we can somehow set the teepee up. It's just a bit tall for the room, since this is in the basement. 

Happy Friday!

These boys are in major superhero mode lately. I took these pictures a few weeks ago, when Danny discovered how much he loved being "Lightyear" (as he calls him). He used to be afraid of the wings (we've had them since Christmas), but he's afraid no more. People keep telling me how active boys tend to be. (What?!) When you see me with bags under the bags under my eyes, there should be no question as to why they are there. I've been worn for years and I know I'll never recover. Who cares. I love the loud truck noises, the running in the house, the wrestling, the boots. I love the imagination. Magic abounds in our household. I hope it stays this way for a long, long time.   

Club of 'boys-only', thankyouverymuch.

I was out shopping solo tonight, holding up purses and trying on scarves (as if I really need more of either of those things anyway). For fun, you know. Shopping is fun. Except for when it seems like everywhere you turn there's a group of loud, obnoxious teenage girls, which happened at every store I went to tonight. Dang. By the time I made my way to the checkout counter, I was exhausted. And I thought, God knows what he's doing by sending me boys. I'm so hermit-ish and rude. (Can it be helped somehow?) I need to buy a bottle of nice pills and take a bunch on a daily basis. I'd probably, maybe be nicer then. Maybe.

I got out of the store as quick as I could and went straight home to my whiskered friend and my two mini tagalongs; my house of sweet, short-haired, no nonense men; the place where I belong. The place I need to be.

Feels nice. My boys are all so nice for me.  

Lemon poppyseed and chocolate.

That's what my boys are to me.