That's right, I'm Canadian and I spell it H-U-M-O-U-R. Unlike our N-E-I-G-H-B-O-U-R-S to the south.
So seriously. How can no one have left a comment on the sleep walking dog video? That's some funny stuff! Liam watched it at least eight times consecutively and laughed EVERY TIME. Am I cruel for thinking that a dog running into a wall is funny? IT. IS. FUNNY.
I should have written and posted Andrew's letter today, but I've been doing our taxes. Honestly, I love doing taxes and this year has been no exception. In fact, for the first time in five years, we'll actually be getting a refund. A big one too. Although the majority of it will be going towards paying off our line of credit, I think we'll treat ourselves... to a... new bed!
What? No trip? No new TV or jewelry? NOTHING FUN?
This might not seem all that exciting to most of you, but we've been sleeping on a futon mattress since we got married almost nine years ago, and Peter bought it almost two years before that. A futon mattress that's over 10 years old.
AND IT'S A DOUBLE.
If I get my way, we'll buy an organic latex mattress... a queen. A king size would be lovely -especially given the fact that we always have (at least) one child in our bed for the majority of the night- but I'm not sure that our room is big enough. But even a queen size will feel VAST after our piddly little double. Double FUTON. With curved edges. That's resting on just the box spring so that it's not a far drop should little ones fall out.
We live like college students.
We're also looking at getting the boys bunk beds for their room. Although I'm hesitant to take Simon out of the crib -it's necessary for containment- we'd really like to get Andrew used to sleeping someplace other than burrowed into either of our armpits.
Do you hear that sound, Peter?
It's Ikea calling.