After picking up dag from playschool and before starting my evening classes we visited my youngest sister and Dag's youngest cousin.
You know how you sometimes think it's strange that your younger siblings are all grown up? With a house and children and a dog and other normal everyday adult stuff. Kind of like my I still tend to think of my parents as in their forties, before I have to think again and remember that in fact my husband is in his forties. And that the nineties was not about ten years ago. (The 90's will probably be ten years ago for ever.)
And then Dag got his favourite.
our drawer switch last year, is now in the nursery. (I got the vintage one they had before.) It was a good switch indeed.
Waylo (my sister has about 1,000 nicknames for everyone and everything. I like the little Walnut best.) has his own little cosy-corner next to it. Dag also likes to hang out in there when we come over.