I was lying in bed with Perry tonight, looking up on our empty bookshelves, and felt a pang of sadness. A bookshelf is not a bookshelf without the books! It just isn't right. Also, I hate it when Perry wakes up in the morning looking up to our now empty bookshelves. He used to stare at all the books in our bedroom the moment he opened his eyes early in the morning. The spines of our book collection used to amuse him as me and the Mr. catch some more sleep.
I have to do something about this. Maybe I should open our boxes of old toys and put them on the shelves instead, what do you say?
Oh, I forgot to turn the Sylvanian Families calendar to March.