Jugando a la casita

Que me he tardado en dar reporte del armatoste que consumio la mayoria de las energias decembrinas...y no solo porque para introducirlo en la casa hubo que llamarle casi casi que a los bomberos...sino porque hubo mucha meditacion y alboroto alrededor del armatoste.

I have failed to report the dollhouse. This humongous thing consummed Daddy for the  majority of his nights during last month, as the design took a life of its own, and we ended up having to call friends to help us bring it inside the house on Christmas eve. I am glad is inside...now if we could only squeeze it into the girls' playroom I would be completely happy. For now it stays in the living room, such a piece of conversation!

Now I think you get the idea...the parents spend a very silly amount of time, every night, playing with the dollhouse. The girls love it of course, but they seem to be very interested into piling all the furniture in one corner and getting inside themselves...so it is our duty, we the parents, to make sure that all the little items go back to their rightful place, every night. I can't honestly decide which of us plays more with it. It is so much fun!