For the last week my living room has not looked like this.
Instead it's looked a lot more like this...
On Saturday I built Caleb the best fort ever-- complete with a tunnel that made its way around the entire room. Needless to say-- he thought it was pretty fantastic. Now every day is fort/tunnel building day.
And I try my best to look the other way when the cushions of my white slipcovered couches are dragged all over the house and somehow end up on my dirty kitchen floor.
And every evening-- instead of crashing onto the couch to watch some TV-- I begin my evening by reassembling my couches. The cushions are usually stacked up like a tower on the floor somewhere.