Fort McClain

Guess where we are? No hints. Okay, just one. It's super fun and super cool and there was lots of "secret" telling going on in here, since that's what Collin thinks you do anywhere there's drapey things dangling down, like say, under his bed with the dust ruffle.

Still not sure...Okay, you probably know exactly where we are, but humor us for a second or two longer. We hung out there all morning and it was more awesome than Nutrigrain bars, which is saying a lot; in case you can't tell by the look on Collin's face. We used it as home base to read all of our morning stories. Did you know that if you give a pig a pancake, he'll need syrup to go with it and of course, that is absolutely the most silly thing in the world!
Okay, you've guessed it, we were in a fort. Yes, that's right, Mommy used her chairs, her good chairs, her favorite chairs, to make a fort. Does she love this kid, or what? Yeah, she loves him so much that she missed him last night in the middle of the night, so she snuck into his room and very, very carefully, so as not to wake him up, tucked him into her bed with her so she could snuggle with him. Of course, then I was so excited to have him with me, I couldn't sleep! Anyway, can you tell that I'm an amateur fort-maker? What do you want from me; I'm a girl! I grew up playing with dolls!

It didn't seem to phase Collin. He was totally pleased. It doesn't take much to please him though. He's currently equally as pleased with the fact that he's got yogurt AND crackers with his lunch, which he's using to dip. Ewww. Who dips crackers in yogurt? A toddler that's who. Do they even HAVE taste buds?
In Fort McClain, rules were quickly established...circles HAD to be identified. Mainly, I think because that's the only shape that Collin can both identify AND clearly say. Sure, I know what he means when he says "chitiangle," and "kaare," but no one else does. So, the circle cut-outs on the chairs had to be meticulously identified and peek-a-boo'ed through for at least ten minutes, because, of course, they were in a different place now! Whoa! They aren't in the kitchen anymore!

The only other rule: No dogs allowed. Well, okay. Eddie can come in. I'm not so sure he counts as a dog anyway. What is he? A scardey-cat? I tried to keep him out but Collin, the benevolent soul, decided that he should be not only allowed in, but welcomed with open arms and tons of petting. Eddie was, of course, terrified of the structure but refused to be anywhere else but with us because surely he should be nearby to us, protecting us from the giant blanket beast that was certainly devouring us amidst all the giggling. Stupid dog. I swear that dog is going to die of a heart attack. Homer meanwhile, refused to go anywhere near the thing while we were in it, but if we so much as snuck out for a new story, he was in there like a flash trying to cozy up on a chair or on the six millimeters of blanket on the floor. Cats!