We all need a little space.

Our rental house is fine. It's in a great neighborhood, we love our neighbors and it does have three bedrooms. But somehow it seems no one has their own "space."  Our bedroom... also an office for Brian.  My office... also the living room.  The kitchen... also the laundry room.  The living room... also the playroom. Henry's room... also Aubrey's playroom. Aubrey's room... also storage. You get the picture.  I keep telling Brian there is nowhere to hide!  You can't escape.  I am constantly shhhing Aubrey when Henry is asleep. Our bedroom door won't even close all the way. So if one of the kids is screaming, we are both awake.  I guess you could say we are all feeling a little claustrophobic in here, which leads me to my point (and I do have one, I promise).

Now that Henry has perfected the low crawl, he has made a breakthrough. He has found his own little space. And he escapes to it at every chance.  It's not his room, or crib. It's the bottom of the exersaucer .  He wiggles his way in and is happy as a clam.  I pull him out and a few minutes later, he's right back in there kicking and wiggling.  I guess I just haven't been creative enough in my search for a place to hide. Maybe I can crawl under the desk and find some peace.