This has been a strange day in our home, in that we're still here and have been since we woke up. That has only happened once or twice since summer started. We'll be going in to Grandma Lilibeth's church tonight for VBS, so we won't be home all day, but we have been so far. I've been a very bad girl and spent an unspecified amount of time reading a fairly depressing Alistair MacLean book. The kids have eaten, however, and are tolerably happy and healthy, so all is not lost.
As soon as I came out of my literary stupor, Mim talked me into helping with a fort. It kept expanding and now encompasses three dining room chairs, two small Poangs, a coffee table, a piano bench and two play tents. Oh, and two blankets and two sheets and a bunch of clothes pins.
Here Mim is beckoning her brother over to join in her fun. (He's busy reading a Foxtrot book. Like mother like son.)
And here's a shot of the inside. You can't tell from the picture, but it tunnels quite a way. That big red bowl there is "the caterpillar bowl". You might say, "But Carina, that looks like one of your nice mixing bowls!" And you would be right. As of this morning, however, it became a home for three caterpillars. Mim promises that they will be released by morning, but I'm going to try to talk her into letting them go before we leave this evening.
Oh, and if you're wondering, this is a Poang. In deference to my Grandpa P and all his hyper-literal progeny, I will also add that this is a Poang even if you are not wondering.