The New Office

A while back, I asked Miss J to put something on my desk, and she responded with, "it's not just your desk. It's my desk, too." Of course, that's where she was wrong. Just because you use something of mine that doesn't mean it is yours...it's one of the cardinal rules of parenting that my children don't seem to comprehend. It goes right along with just because I let you have a sip of my soda that doesn't mean you can drink the whole thing, and just because I am helping you clean the playroom that doesn't mean that it is my job. But those are other posts for another time.

Anyway, her off-handed comment certainly got me thinking that it was probably time for the girls to have desks of their own, both for my sanity and for theirs. (And apparently I enjoy rewarding my kids for being smart-alecks.) So we found these Leapfrog desks at D.I. (minus whatever element that originally made them Leap-froggy) and snatched them up.

I had a little too much fun buying them desk accessories--post-its, folders, little staplers, etc., and putting their desks together. Craig was shaking his head at how excited I was about the whole project. Looking back, it my have been more about fulfilling a childhood fantasy of mine than anything else...but at least Julia doesn't call my desk hers anymore.

Here are the little cutie-heads in their new office on a casual Friday.