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IKEA!

We love IKEA. We have been visiting the gigantic store since it opened in 2007. I haven't spent a lot of money there, but we love to eat lunch on Tuesdays when kids get to eat for free. We also love to try out the furniture and beds in the showroom area, but our favorite part is to play "house" in the little house displays they have. I think our trip yesterday was our best time yet. The boys enjoyed going in the past, but they have decided that that is not for them any more. Spencer and Destry are at scout camp and Taylor stayed home to do school work and hang out with his friends, but the three girls and I spend three and a half hours there yesterday.

We got there for a late lunch, which was actually to our benefit because there was not a line. Then we began our exploring adventures. We spent close to an hour in the first house set up they have. Sarah was the mom and Emma and Estelle were the sisters. I observed and thumbed through an old Oprah magazine and a Swedish book that had a lot of pictures in it.

One of the rooms we checked out had a roll of paper and some markers and crayons that the girls spent some time decorating. There was a lamp in it that doubled, for Sarah, as an
x-ray machine. She took several x-rays of my arms and pretended to wrap them up so they could heal. Surprisingly, one of their favorite items were the pretend computers and laptops that they had in their showroom areas. They would rush to the one that had the best computer chair or to the bed that had a laptop sitting on it. You would think that we had enough of the real items that the pretend ones would not be appealing.

At the second house Emma was the dad, Estelle was the mom, Sarah was their child and I was the babysitter. There were keys hanging on a hook, so they older girls took them out to the next area and pretended they were going on a drive in the mountains, while Sarah and I stayed at home and drank punch. They prepared food, even loading and unloading the dishwasher. They went to bed at night. I love to watch creative, role playing.

We remembered that we had been there in the past with the Morrills. We miss them and tried to send them a picture while we were there, but it didn't go through. After our lengthy visit we decided that we had been there long enough that we didn't  need to walk through the marketplace.  When I asked the girls yesterday morning if they wanted to go Emma and Estelle considered not coming; in fact, when I asked Estelle if she wanted to go there she initially told me, "no." Emma was wishy washy and Sarah was a definite "yes." I told them they didn't have to go and that Sarah and I could just go together and it would be a "date." Well, that changed everything. Not wanting to miss out on a "date" with mom. Both hesitant girls decided to tag along. I'm so glad they did. It was a happy bonding moment for the three girls. Our IKEA trips will be lasting memories. 



WE LOVE.... I-K-E-A IKEA!!!!!!!


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