My Husband, the Psychic.

At least he told my therapist he is.

Not really, but that's totally what it sounded like, and after that I could NOT stop laughing. I just sat in my chair snickering and giggling. For the rest of the appointment.

Which is not the best thing to do when you're talking to a therapist about your marriage. In my defense, the therapy session was pretty much a mute point anyway. We have already made it through the past two month's were he accidentally (sort of...I told him that it would suck, but it didn't think it would suck THAT bad, so he went ahead and scheduled everything. Halfway through he realized I was right, he scheduled too much and it really DID suck, but was already committed) scheduled an amazing amount of crap one after another. Needless to say his presense in the home (both physically AND emotionally, the latter being the part that irked me) was a little lacking. So we're done with all that, he's once again the present and helpful husband that I married (though I'm still a crazy loon and will continue therapy for some time on my own).

So going into this meeting, we were kind of relaxed because...well, everything had already been fixed.

So when she started asking Chris about his work , he started explaining the constantly changing aspect of it and how he likes it that way because he is "psyc-lik" like that. He meant cyclic. I totally got that.

She didn't though....just raised her eyebrows and asked him to explain what that meant, serious as can be.

Which is when I lost it. And never regained control. I hope we don't have to talk about that when I'm in next week.

In other news, it was spa day at MOPS. I got my eyebrows waxed (for the first time ever.....but don't go thinking I was a big uni-brow mess before today, I can assure you I was not!) a massage and did a yoga-ish stretching session with some sports therapist guy.

Which led me to another bout of uncontrollable snickering and giggling. Most of the moves he demonstrated were followed by an "advanced level" of the move. You know, something fast and wild looking. And they were all kind of funny...wild arms flapping around thing.

But then we got to stretching the umm...pelvic region. As we're all standing on one leg trying to stretch our pelvic muscles, trying desparately not to fall over, I joke with the mom next to me about the advance move for that one, thinking surely.....surely there would be none.

Oh but there was. There was. Gyration like I have never seen before (in a church no less!). I had to turn my back and fake a coughing fit as to not reveal myself as the immature goofball that I really am. After all, I don't know these ladies very well yet.

I'm pretty sure that no one was fooled.

Peepee Paranioa

AKA Rolling Up the Rugs.

I can't get past with aliteration thing this week for some reason.

Sometime in the 30 seconds while I ran upstairs to use the bathroom, Celia peed in her little potty (in the living room) and tried to empty it all by herself. Needless to say, a mess was made.

Since the floor has to be mopped again anyway, I decided to roll the rugs up and take them outside. I'm terrified of the house smelling...well....like we have semi-pottytrained toddler getting pee everywhere. So I got the one rolled up and out (we have two side by side...a bargain trick I learned from HGTV....sometimes two 5x8 rugs are less expensive than a big one, and if you lay them side by side you can't really tell it's two rugs) onto the porch. I wrestled the thing until I had it neatly draped over the porch rail and came back for the other.

I discover that mommy's little helper is working hard to get the job done without me!



Anyway, I finally got both rugs out, sprayed them down good (front and back) with some lysol. Then I figured while they were out there I should beat on them a little.

I mean, that's what people so with rugs outside anyway. Not like we have an actual rug beater or anything (does anyone have those anymore?) so I used a golf club. I think it was a wedge. (Hon, it was that one you took to the football field weekend before last....it's still outside. What kind of club is that?) You'd be amazed what came out of that thing. I'm not even going to tell you. It's appalling.

But if you have area rugs, you should really give it a try and see just how ineffective your vacuum really is!

Blogger Blowouts and Bargain Brags.

Nice Alliteration, huh?

Alright, so most of my day was wasted by me playing around with my blogger template. I know, a complete waste of time as I had a perfectly fine template, but I'm tired of it. Last night I fought with a 3 column template, unsuccessfully. This morning I changed up my color scheme to my favorites (pink and brown). This afternoon I got the 3 column thing to work with a hack template, fixed all my links, then tried to change my color scheme. Nope, can't do it. But I'm learning...it'll get there. And I have a really great idea to give my page some individuality, but I need Chris to help me out a little on that one. He knows my MacBook better than I do.

I do have to share a Celia picture and story. While making beds this morning I discovered that sometime she has peed in her bed. Ew. How this escaped my notice yesterday or whatever day she did it I don't know. So we took the sheets of and threw those in the wash. But her mattress was a little.....unpleasant smelling. So I threw a layer of baking soda on it, got some fresh air circulating in there (yes, baking soda really does work that well. And if it doesn't, spritz the mattress with vinegar. I know, you're thinking vinegar is stinky stuff...but when it dries, the stink goes away and it takes all other stink with it.) We got dressed, went outside to play.

A little later we come in for lunch. She finishes, says "I'm done" and leaves the kitchen. I was still eating, so I sat there reading a magazine and eating my sandwich when I realised it was really quiet.

Quiet is not good.

So I call her name. No answer.

I walk around the downstairs, looking in all her favorite spots. Nope.

I start to get hysterical and check to be sure the doors are locked (I know she would run if she could get out. I never even had to shut a door when Jordan was a toddler, but this one is a runner. I live in fear of forgetting to lock a door and having her run away). I'm running around, screaming her name.

I know she didn't go upstairs, I didn't hear her to that. But as a last ditch before I call the police effort I run up there.

Sure enough, that little booger had tiptoed up the steps. She knew I would stop her, so she got sneaky and quiet. I found her just rolling in baking soda on her mattress, patting it on her face like powder, using her little butt (our house has apparently become a clothing optional resort for toddlers) as a powder puff to dust everything with baking soda.




I decided to her the shopping done tonight while I could leave the kids with Chris. To my delight I found that I felt fine at Target and Giant Eagle. No identity crisis there. I guess I'm just not a Walmart shopper.

Anyway, I feel like I did great, so I'm going to brag on my shopping a bit. First, for $50 at Target I got:

32 Rolls of paper towels ( I know this seems a little excessive, but you had to get this many to get the deal...they ended up being .40 a roll. I may never need to buy them again)

10 tin plant labels (just because they were cute)

3 Ribbon headbands (same darn reason)

2 Polos for Jordan

3 Doorknob covers (the socks and rubber bands looked a little ghetto, but I'm not sure these things will keep the little escapee in)

1 Polo for Chris

1 Pair of Jeans for Chris (they actually fit him, yay!)

A buttload of Star Wars stuff for my son's upcoming big birthday party...he's hitting double digits this year!

Okay, so not too bad a Target. Now on to Giant Eagle. Here's where it gets good. For my $50 there I got:

10 boxes Eggo waffles

5 Boxes Cap'n Crunch (How retro is that! I used to love that stuff)

10 bottles of relish

3 gallons milk

3 loaves of bread and a bunch of hot dog buns

2 things squeezable jelly

A monster bottle of ketchup,

Some more baking soda!

A bunch of really yummy looking produce, I even sprung for the good lettuce this time!

A ton of other stuff to piddly to list. I just love the totals on the bottom of my receipt..

Total Due: $49.53
Total Saved: $43.51

The bargain high I get....priceless.

Sorry if these past few posts have become a little too blahg and boring for some of you. Thanks to my favorite verbotomist (okay, so I only know one, but still favorite!) for giving me a new label to obsess over. Keep in mind, I'm writing this more for me than for you!

Changing things around.

Alright guys, I think I have the blogging thing down pat. If you're one of my readers that I know in real life and you've visited my home, I'm sure it has not escaped your notice that every time you visit, the furniture is re-arranged. There will generally be at least one room under construction and another that looks completely different from the last time you were here. I can almost guarantee I'll have a different rug in my living room.

Well, it's time for the same thing to happen to my blog. I've been doing this for a few months and have figured out some things, now I need my page to have it's own look. The look I have now is one that 5 gazillion other bloggers are using, and I just can't stand it.

So for the next month, I'm going to probably be playing with the look of the place. I'm an html idiot, so it will probable take that long for me to get the look I want. You'll probably see a few transitional looks somewhere in there while I'm learning about changing things around. I have a BIG IDEA for my new, improved, original and totally unique blogger look, I just have to figure out how to get it up here.

Please be patient. Don't take it personally if the link to your blog (or the other blogs you like to read) disappears from my sidebar for awhile. I promise to put them back......it will just take me a little time.

What do I do all day?

Ah, the stay at home mom's favorite question! This week it was tentatively posed to me by a working mom who is at her wit's end with some of the habits her little one is picking up at the sitters and trying to keep the house in order after a long day's work. She certainly didn't mean anything by it, and I took no offense at it (though I certainly have in the past, when it hasn't been posed so politely).

I will say this...your house won't be any cleaner. Sure, you'll have lots more time to clean, but your kids will also be there a lot more time, messing it up faster than you can clean. You kids might not even be much more well behaved, because kids just naturally have bad habits and go through difficult stages, even when they aren't learning bad behavior from their daycare buddies.

At the very least, you don't have the whole "Am I neglecting my kids by putting them in daycare" guilt (You're not....but I don't know a single working mom that doesn't feel that guilt at some point). You also don't have the added pressure of whatever you have going on at work. You will be lonely and sometimes feel like your brain is rotting away.

So anyway, a look at one of my days. A monday....otherwise known as recover from the weekend (me and the house!) day.

7:50- Wake up because the phone is ringing. Hubby let me sleep in so I could sleep off some of my crabbiness from the weekend. Make my first cup of tea and sit on the couch drinking it, checking my e-mail and messages. Make sure Jordan is ready to go out the door for school.

8:30- Feed Ms. Celia the toast and raisins she is demanding. Walk around the house scooping up clothes and throwing them in the nearest hamper.

9:00- Commence my "how was your weekend" call with my best friend. She keeps me sane. We had a lot to talk about and I let Celia watch some cartoons (after all, she needs to recover form the weekend too). While on the phone I started putting away the clean laundry from Friday night's folding frenzy and realized Celia's drawers needed cleaned out. Took all the clothes out, got rid of the too small, too warm things and put everything back in, folded and neat.

9:30 Still talking on the phone, discover that Celia has found some orange drink and has poured it into her play kitchen pots. Quickly remove all orange drink from her area before she drinks from dusty pots or coats every surface of the house in orange stickiness. Get her a nice, cold, CLEAN sippy of juice.

9:45 Still on the phone (seriously, we had a lot of important ground to cover) take my seedlings outside for some sun. Discover that Celia has followed me onto the porch and is dancing around buck naked in the morning air. End phone conversation and drag naked toddler back into the house. Begin the dressing and hair fixing ritual of the day (her, not me).

10:00 Wash my face, brush my teeth, throw on some pants, tie a bandanna around my crazy hair.

10:05 - Escort toddler and all paraphernalia (her potty and new bulldozer bunnies, my gardening gear) outside. I decide to weed around the playset while she digs in the pea gravel.

10:07 - Run back inside for wipes and fresh pants for the girl as she informs me "Whoops, I peed!" Turns out she did a little more than pee.

10:10 - Round two of weeding and digging. She's bored with the bunnies and decides to color every patch of mommy yellow with dandelions.

10:20 - Realize that we are not wearing sunscreen. Honestly, I don't put it on us in the winter (like I should) so I'm not in the habit of doing it this spring. Back in the house for sunscreen.

10:30 - I've finished the playset area and move to the garden in progress. It's a thin strip of raised area on the other side of our unusable driveway. Last summer we tilled it up and let it become covered with weeds (great plan) so it's constant maintenance right now to keep the weeds from taking back over. By this time next year I hoped it's a beautiful weed free area of blooms!

10:35 - After fighting with Celia since she wants to come up with me (and trample the pumpkin shoots and daisies) I get her a bucket of water. She is entertained for awhile.

10:45 Move to new area that needs cleared for Clematis. Celia helps me dig a little there, then we dig up a huge anthill and evacuate.

11:00 - Back in the house for a snack. Chris's mom left us some brownie cupcakes with peanut butter chips. I get one for the baby and scarf down three before I come to my senses.

11:10 - Celia starts playing a complicated game with Raffie the Roboraptor and her duckies. I complete various piddly tasks like bill paying and working out Jordan's bug dental appointment next week. Also spend a good bit of time trying to figure out what's going on at Buchannon-Upshur high school as my friend is quite worried. Chris works in media so I'm the go-to source for breaking news, but he knows nothing in this case.

12:00 - Lunch time. Celia requests her favorite, peanut butter and pumpkin sandwich. I give her that and a bowl of applesauce and begin my whole "huffing, puffing, bleaching down the kitchen while cursing previous owners for painting cabinets white". I do this at least once a week. I need to stop blaming them as we've owned this house for seven years now. In any case, I'm plagued by fingerprints and various food smears and do my best to eradicate them.

12:30 - Scrape peanut butter from my little girl's face, send her on her way and resume the degermification process.

1:00 - Find the girl cuddling with Raffie (the large plastic dinosaur) and declare it to be naptime. Convince her that naps are good, that she does need one, that Dad really wants her to take one. Rock her and plop her sleepy butt in bed.

1:30 - Clean out the car while listening to see if she really is going to sleep. I had estimated the car wouldn't be too bad since I did the whole vacuum and wiped down thing two weeks ago....but it's filled with crumbs and mud. Nothing I can do about that today....and not much point in it anyway. Soccer season will do that to a car. Separate trash from toys and get it looking halfway respectable.

2:00 - Check on Celia, she is indeed sleeping soundly. Gather up old clothes I removed from her dresser and put them with the stuff to go to the Union Mission. Cart all 3 bags of donation stuff to the car....pray that I remember they are in there next time I drive past the box. Clean the upstairs bathroom.

2:15 - Check my mail and messages, start writing this blog. Get various reports of chaos from Buchannon, say a quick prayer that all is a hoax like the media is reporting.

2:40 Celia wakes up. I dash upstairs and convince her to go back to sleep. An hour is NOT a long enough nap. Back downstairs to get sidetracked by my Sudoku widget (give me a break, it's making me smarter!)

3:00 Celia is up yet again. I go up and lay down with her to try and get her back to sleep. I doze off, she does not. I wake to her trying to wiggle out of the bed. So we get up.

3:30 Jordan gets home. We all get on socks and shoes and go outside. I weed around the dogwood tree while the kids play in the pea gravel.

4:00 I whip together some ice tea base and lock the kids in so I can shower.

4:20 Desperately try to motivate Jordan into finding his soccer gear and getting it on.

4:40 Tell Jordan is he and all his soccer stuff is not in the car in 5 minutes I've leaving without him. Have a big fight about how he can possibly lose shin guards, why they are not where they are supposed to be, and how I'm not buying him a new pair. Wrestle him into my shin guard (which are entirely too big) and obsess about whether I look like a skank in my new tank top.

4:45 Leave to pick up a teammate (Jordan made the cut off) and get to soccer complex.

5:00 Soccer clinic starts. As a coach, I have to be there, but I don't have to do much. I chatter with another coach about how our teams are doing and try not to stare at the ruggedly cute soccer instructor.

5:30 Have a discussion with a parent about equal play time. (My fallback argument is "Well, when you fill out your forms next year, make sure you let them know you're willing to coach. They are always looking for good coaches." That usually shuts them up since no one wants to coach. They just want to gripe about the coach.)

6:00 Try and make sure each kid from my team has a parent there (it's a zoo), grab some soccer camp forms....try and make sure everyone knows when the next practice is (same darn time every week, which is SO confusing to some) and corral my two boys to the car.

6:30 Home. Whip up some biscuits to go with the casserole Hubby threw in the oven. Father in law stops by for a discussion about the bathroom remodeling. Celia is hungry and generally wreaking havoc.

6:40 Dinner. Ah. A few minutes of everyone sitting somewhere (after I remind them to plant their butts and not move until dinner is over) and eating (after a few reminders to zip the lip and eat some food). Discuss with Hubby what we're going to do about neighbor kids playing in our yard (when we aren't out there). We decide to get moving out that gate, ASAP.

7:00 Clean Celia up, find her some pants for our walk. Gather things I need to take to neighbor.

7:10 Just as we put on shoes, massive rain storm comes out of no where. Walk is cancelled.

7:30 Send Chris up to give Celia a bath, tell Jordan he better find those shin guards. Then explain how I am not amused as he digs them out from under a chair and dances around the living room, hooting at the top of his lungs. Grudgingly allow him a brownie (only because it means I get another one) and a few computer games. I (obviously) am working on this blog again. (After another game of Sudoku)

8:00 Can anyone say bedtime?

So there's my day. Probably quite boring to most of you, but now you know what I do. On a normal day.

Home again, home again.

Just got back from our weekend on the go.

Glade Springs Resort is a very nice place. Very posh. It would be a great vacation for someone with older kids (oh, and piles of $$, it's very spendy. Lucky for us most of the trip was covered). The have great trails for golf carts, bikes, rollerblades. They have a bowling alley, an awesome swimming pool. Basketball and tennis courts (both inside and out). There are several really neat scavenger hunts to go on. Several ponds for fishing, canoeing, or paddle boating.....and a stable.

Not the easiest place to corral a toddler for an entire day while daddy works. The staff was nice enough to let us have our room until 4 (unheard of!) so we could take several breaks in there during the day.

First thing this morning we hit the pool. I thought it was a great pool...my kids were somehow not overly impressed. I think Jordan was bummed that there were no other kids there (yeah, at 9 in the morning!). He wanted to sit in the hot tub, but I didn't want Celia in there (plus, well, he didn't need to be in there either). I'm not sure what her problem was....she's usually a little water dog, but we stayed only about an hour.

I think a good part of is was that she was really restless last night and woke up screaming at 3 with leg cramps. Thank goodness we had an end room and one of Chris's (very understanding) co-workers on the other side.

So on to the playground. One of the sheets the front desk gave me listed a toddler playground, but it wasn't on the map anywhere. Just the "Children's Playground". Jordan made himself right at home. Celia took of her sock and shoes, then peed. Pants honey! We take off our PANTS when we pee!

The emergency clothes were in MY car...we brought Chris's. I did have emergency panties in my purse so my toddler spent 20 minutes jumping around the playground in a sweater and Dora panties. Nice.

Then we went back to the room for a snack so Jordan and I marched the half naked marauder right through the resort lobby and up to the room for fresh pants. He provided great cover by running in ahead of us shouting "Nobody look at my sister. Do NOT look at her. She's not wearing pants. Look away, look away". Then he ran screaming for the elevator.

Way to keep things low key, son.

After a costume change we went off and had a great lunch at the Small Talk Cafe. They also had a whole case of yummy looking goodies that I planned to come back for later.

Then we went to the stables. We had no intentions of riding, just wanted to pet some horses. Again, the staff was super nice and told us that we could wander the barn and pat all we wanted, as long as we stayed out of Strawberry's stall. Strawberry had a little fight with the door earlier in the week and was dejectedly wearing a halter and lead while the door hung crooked. We avoided poor Strawberry but did get to give some hay to some other really nice horses. They had great variety, little ponies, super huge horses. All were very eager to munch some hay with their great big smacking horse lips.

Jordan now wants us to move onto a farm....Celia was equal parts terrified and thrilled.

Then I set the kids loose for an hour or roaming around the resort property, tried my best to keep them out of the line of fire from any golf balls. We found some "porcipines" (pinecones) rolled in the volleyball sand.

Cleaned everyone up and found dad, running late as usually. I politely informed him that the kids and I were leaving at 4:30 and recommended he wrap things up since it's a long walk home from Beckley.

Prompty at 4:30 everyone was buckled in and by 4:35 kids were snoozing while I chowed down on a very yummy brownie pecan pie concoction. It tasted just as good as it looked.

I'm exhausted from kid chasing, but other than Celia's two screaming episodes (she had another from Clarksburg to Fairmont. It was either "You made me wear a diaper in the car and I peed and now my butt is wet and I'm mad" or "the sun is shining in my face at a really bad angle so I want to kill you all") it was a decent trip. For the kids.

So much to say, so much to say...

All you Dave Mathews fans will now have that song stuck in your head all day. The rest of you (losers) will just see it as another blog title.

It's been a really long days, so I'm going to start at the beginning and hope to finish before I fall to sleep.

Jordan soccer team, The Red Hot Chilli Peppers had their second game of the season this morning. After our defeat last week, the boys were feeling a little nervous. I did some research on the team we were going to play against (read, asked little dude who played them last week what he thought of them) and found that they are still coming together as a team (read, we had a pretty good shot at beating them). I told the boys I wanted them to get in there and sneak a goal in right after the whistle......before the other team even knew what was going in.

To my surprise, it worked (I wasn't sure if that was a good thing to tell a bunch of little boys) and we went on to win the game. I'm not a big "WE MUST WIN" coach.....but after losing our first game I was really wanting to win this so the boys wouldn't get into an attitude of defeat for the whole season. Now that we've won a game, the pressure is off (no one wants to be that team that loses every game) and we can just play some soccer.

We had to drop one of the boys off after the game, then home to throw out stuff together for a little overnight get away. I had most of the stuff laid out, so we just had to load the car up. My MacBook is a great travel item as it doubles as a DVD player for trips, if we need it (I don't like to use it, but it was a 3 hour drive). I asked Jordan to get one of his movies and one of Celia and throw them in my purse....just in case.

So we all piled in the car and took off. I went right to sleep. It's better for everyone that way. Hubby drives like a maniac and me clutching the window and whimpering makes him very unhappy. That didn't last long....because Celia decided she was NOT going to nap. Odd for her, as she usually sleeps well in the car. She really wasn't too bad, but about 2.5 hours into the trip she had enough and wanted out! I dug through my purse for our emergency video...and guess what....it wasn't there. Never ask a 9 year old to complete a task that you REALLY want done. We ended up watching the same four goofy clips I have saved on my iMovie until we arrived.

Oh yeah...we did have one pit stop so Celia could pee in the weeds. Classic. I helped her (since Chris's technique gets pee on her pants) and the boys said we looked hilarious.

Which brings me up to our current destination..... Glade Springs Resort. It's very nice....definitely a fancy smancy place where I must keep my kids reigned in and not allow them to destroy things or act unruly.

I had already informed Chris that he was totally in charge of the kids (uh, mostly the little one who has missed her nap) from the instant we got here until he had to go to work at 8 (what, you thought this was some kind of vacation or something? Please. ) That worked out just GREAT since our reservation had not been made (thank you very much Fellowship of Christian Athletes) and I had to chase my little cyclone of terror around a very high class lobby filled with delicate glass tables, flower arrangements, and fountains for 25 minutes. We finally just ended up getting out own room (though that has been fixed now) and tried to take the kids to dinner.

We came in the room, Celia immediately stripped buck naked and jumped on the bed (in front of the open window) for five minutes while Jordan cruised the kid's channels on tv.

For some reason (off season?) only two of the five resort dining options were open for dinner....the sports bar and the "Up-scale Dining Facility....It Has a Dress Code". We obviously weren't going to take the two year old into anything upscale, so off we went to the sports bar with our kids for dinner.

The whole "Dad is in charge" thing didn't work out all that well. He let her crawl back and forth under the table (Ugh!) until food came, then got mad because she wouldn't stop crawling under the table. They had a big screaming (her) hissing (him) fight and I had to drag her out of there for a time out on the terrace. Which was a crap plan in itself because the terrace overlooking the golf course with all those funny dressed men driving little tiny cars was MUCH more appealing than the food inside. She much preferred just to stay in time out.

Unfortunately, my salmon was getting cold so I drug her back in. Lucky for me, this lady sat down right beside us wearing the ugliest hat (black ball cap covered in bling) so she sat staring at that while I gulped food. We got out of there fairly quick and went to check out the bowling facilities.

They were really nice! Very family oriented. Even the rich kids (who live on the resort, they are building lots of fancy houses all over the resort property...Chris is practically drooling over them) were very nice and helpful. Any time one of the toddler's balls (another family that Chris works with is here, their little girl is Celia's age) didn't make it down the lanes one of the boys would waddle down the gutters and give it a push. Pretty nice of them, I thought!

The girls quickly got tired of bowling, which left Jordan to bowl all the frames on the kids lane (everyone was happy with that scenario). Then back to the room.

A quick aside- I love Mac. I love iTunes. I love the free, fast, wireless internet here at Glade springs. In the time it took Chris to give Celia a bath, I found two Blues Clues cartoons and downloaded them. $1.99 for sanity that will never be left at home (in Celia's purse...some miscommunication there!) again.

Tomorrow Chris has to work all day. I'm meeting up with the other mommy and we're hitting the pool and the playground. We checked them both out before turning in for the night and they look REALLY nice. We're not talking 9x16 hotel pool here. This thing has a few swim lanes, sloped walk in (much more fun for toddler playing the the first three steps at any other pool). The play area looks great for the girls....Jordan will have fun anywhere. That kid is Mr. Go with the Flow.

He's also a self appointed travel critic. Very open with his opinion. When we got to the security booth and they didn't have our reservation, the guard let us in anyway. Jordan commented "Whew, we're lucky this isn't one of those really NICE places....they don't let ANYONE past without a reservation". He was also concerned about a few cracks in the marble in the lobby. He was very happy to learn that he got a bed all to himself (the beds are super high...we're afraid Celia will fall out so she's sleeping between Chris and I) and spent at least 5 minutes trying to stretch himself to reach all corners of the bed. He was pleased to discover he couldn't do it, proclaimed the place high class, and went to sleep.