Room and board

I warned that a timeout was coming if the couch jumping continued and suddenly Lyla slid off the couch, skipped over to the county jail, and checked herself in.

I blame the jumping on the refrain "No more monkeys jumping on the bed." It accomplishes the opposite of its message, just like when adults tell teenagers to abstain from smoking and sex.

We do need a proper timeout chair/rug/stump. The Pooh chair from Grandma is way too fun, which is perhaps why Lyla places herself in timeout. Once we change it out for an upside-down rusted colander, the politeness will flow like the Colorado.

In other news, Ikea can suck it.


Nowhere in the instructions for these little chairs did it state (or rather imply graphically) that the chair's base was not a square but a trapezoid and that there was only one correct way to affix the little doodads to the stick levers. I did finally crack the code, in spite of Lyla's attempts to help.

The big-girl room is coming along. It's a work in progress, but you get the idea.


That window has a good lock, but I'm still nervous about it. Maybe I'll board it up--which will also help when Lyla's a teenager and I tell her not to smoke or have sex.