So apparently the Danish thing about being right on time, not early, not late–meh, not so much. Every single Dane we have had interaction with has inevitably showed up early — way early. Like for instance when the guy came to pick up our moving boxes and the moving company said between 9-12. Yeah, he came at 8:30. While I was in the shower. ‘Cuz nothing says desperate housewife like answering the door in your bathrobe while you’re toweling off your hair.
It was worth the embarassment though — because this:
transformed to this:
Catie took charge of this little nook and set it up with thier favorite books, all thier board games, and blankets and pillows from various parts of the house. I still want to get them a cozy little rug — oh, and the desk lamp? It lives here now. Sammy likes it too and we often find him curled up on one of the circular labyrinth pillows. He loves to be by Catie. So sweet!