Taylor found her poor ripped and beat up blanket that she had when she was tiny. She told me she had been looking for this for ever!! I will have to find another way to sneak it back from her. It's quite literally hanging on by a thread and I want to keep it around. This blanket was her whole existence when she was small, it's a good memory to have.
This is how it is when Dad goes out of town, mom gets kicked out of bed and the kids take over.
Maren sleeps on the couch in our room.