Mid-morning hot cocoa breaks:
And on another note, yesterday's pouting paid off. :) My darling husband has come up with a plan to house more books in our library. See, most of his books are already in there, and take up 2+ walls. The boys' books are in there and take up most of the third wall (with Rich taking up a bit of it, as well as a few of Annie's books thrown in the mix). This left the fourth wall (which is probably also the smallest due to the bookcase from the perpendicular wall and the door opening onto it) for the remainder of Rich's books, the majority of Annie's books and for all of my books. This is also the only wall that we didn't already have bookcases for. We found some we really liked that would fit into the space, but we hadn't bought them yet. For which I am now eternally grateful. I don't think there's any way they would have held the rest of Rich's and Annie's, let alone any of mine. But Rich has now volunteered to build some floor-to-ceiling variety bookshelves instead. Pretty sure it was guilt. And not wanting to deal with my moping.