This afternoon Pete and I went to Ikea to buy a lampshade for his room and picture frames for Robin. We walked out with:
*a lampshade (not the one I wanted)
*no frames (they were out of the black)
*a set of (admittedly, cute and versatile) wrapping paper
*twinkle stars (the baby will like them!)
*Christmas tree ornaments (for the tree we can't have, because of the cats?)
That wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for the fact that I haven't even unpacked the excesses from our last trip...which was over two months ago. Damn you, merchandise floor! Damn you!
But guess what? Pete luuuurves Ikea. I had him in the Ergo, and the minute we hit the furniture floor (c'mon, I had to walk through!) he threw his head back and started crowing with laughter. And he was bopping to the bad '80s music the whole time we were there. Huh. 2 million Swedes can't be wrong, I guess.