Case of the Exploding Pillow

We woke up to an interesting surprise Wednesday morning. Out from under the door of the girls spread a blast-pattern of dust. Not a good sign. Silence from within. We slowly eased the door open into an apocalyptic world. The entire room was covered in what looked like the ash of nuclear winter. Two dusty little faces peered up at us, cowering in the furthest corner, hoping their rather effective camouflage would shelter them from the wrath of mommy and daddy.

Eventually, Amélie piped up, "there was sand in the pillow!" We tried not to laugh with astonishment at first. Two hours into the joint cleanup process it was no longer funny. In this case, I am glad they don't make things like they used to - worst pillow stuffing imaginable! Good thing this happened on our day off of work.

Speaking of work, I got a little break in jobs so I was able to work on the doors for the cabinets upstairs. They are almost ready to be hung. What a job. Takes so much longer than I expected! I think the final result will be nice, although the mirrors are not perfectly flat, so it will have a rather strange Droste effect...

Mother's Day walk to the Castle.

Abigail is ready to ride!

Becoming Dutch.

The blast pattern.

Entering the kill zone.

The aftermath.

Can they see us?

Dead bunny.

The culprits.