Today saw another wasted trip to Ikea, in search of the perfect loungeroom storage furniture and some flooring. It's been rather windy of late, and we've noticed a slight chill emanating from our newly de-carpeted timber floor, so have decided to go down the route of click-clack tongue and groove style flooring. Sadly, as per usual, Ikea had loads of inspiring things on display, but the storage racks that are at least four hours from the entrance were, alas, empty.
The baby also hates it there. Little Miss Misery has returned, and looks set to be here until her next tooth finally decides to pop through. Now that she has an inkling of her emotions, and the effect it has on her parents, she does tend to express herself rather well, and rather, well, loudly too. She has also discovered the ability to stretch out her arm and point at things (aka EVERYTHING) that she wants and grunt and grunt and look from us to the current object of her desire back to us back to the object repeat a million times until we give in or her attention span inevitably moves on to something else. Today, she desperately wanted the swirly whirly rug displayed on a wall; some solid white shelving; a footstool; and a new kitchen (oh wait, that was me). It's something quite amazing to watch the development of her expression, although we can only wonder at the moment at exactly what each grunt precisely means.
