The “ranch” that is my sons’ room. Someday I’m sure this busy pen will just be filled with the dirty laundry of teenage boys. So, for now, I’ll try to forget how much it hurts to step on a Schleich animal in the middle of the night and enjoy the product of their active imaginations.
Just so Tricia doesn’t feel left out….boots left right where they dropped. (And, yes, our front step really is that crooked.)
For more, please follow the blog circle around to Paola Dias’ blog, where you can see more photographic evidence that kids were here.
The original idea stemmed from a project by Ketti Phillips to document little elements around her house showing her children’s presence without showing them. It was a little study in seeking the small details that tell so much. A small group of her friends began the blog below. Click on the photo and check it out.