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I DIG it!!!

Oh, yes! Speak and Spell and Pound Puppies!

Where is Strawberry Shortcake?!! How I love my CPK dolls, Monte Barnaby & Robin Harmony. Oh, and yes, Popples, too!

Um, this place is just super and I'm super jealous! I dream of moving to Seattle, too. :(

Goodness, I thought I'd written this post, too. We happen to live above a most strange lady (previously an even stranger mate, who paced and talked to himself while outside, resided with her), who has complained about our noise during most of our waking hours (not in the morning though, like you'd think) from lunchtime to dinnertime to bedtime (around 8:30pm) from the first night we moved in. We altered our lives to the point that we were constantly irritable with our little ones for making the littlest noise or dropping a simple toy, handing them laptops and Ipads all too often, and letting them watch WAY too much television just to keep them from being active. Very sad. I'd break a sweat if they walked too hard across the room. She still complained and asked if we could have it completely quiet by 7pm so she could meditate in her living room (underneath our living room btw) the moment she got home from work. She only works outside the home a few days a week from about 4-7pm if we're lucky. From what I can tell, she's nearly ALWAYS home. We are now in the process of moving to a downstairs unit because I couldn't handle the pressure anymore. I begged our landlord to switch apartments or just live somewhere else and before that I offered to switch apartments with her, offered her another apartment in the complex that we were offered (it, too, was a top-floor unit) because it made sense that she lived on the very top if she was so sensitive. She refused to make any changes or offer any solutions and only wanted us to be perfectly quiet dwellers. Nevermind this lady chose to live on a lower unit in front of an elementary school and frequently works from home AND says she's too stressed out to deal with our noise because her job is just so stressful. Oh, and she's in a three bedroom with just herself at this point. What did she expect, exactly? I'll never understand, though I certainly hope the new tenants moving into this apartment give her plenty of hell. Her wacky boyfriend asked us for our phone number the second night we were here because he wanted to be able to communicate to us when we were being too noisy. Luckily, I said, hell no. Not to mention, the weirdo came knocking on our door at 10:30 on a weekday the 2nd week we were here to ask if he could "rock out". We were sleeping and that act really creeped me way out, especially when we'd had numerous complaints the first week here for being too loud at dinnertime. The people living here previous to us suddenly moved out and abandoned the place a few months before their lease was up. Suspicious? Yes. Anyway, we decided about two months ago, after a four-page letter from her, that we were done, that we were going to live our lives as we saw fit. Sure, we want to respect our neighbors, but you can't drive yourself crazy for your kids walking across the floor, not running around, but walking from say, the bathroom to the bedroom, or just plain being normal (not hyperactive and undisciplined) kids. So, we told her to call the police if she saw fit, to leave us alone from here on out, that we know she hears us, that we care, but the floors are thin and the place is old. She went CRAZY! She began to pound on her ceiling to the point I would swear she was doing damage (though since the place is old probably just sounded incredibly obnoxious). Nonetheless, when I saw an apartment become available downstairs, I JUMPED at the chance and even had to offer more money to get into it, but knew it was worth it for my sanity. I could give a shite about hers though. She's a batty, crazy thing (we call her battleaxe) and I hope she remains as miserable as she currently is! I'm sorry but she was just so wretched, I just have no sympathy for her.

Love the color and how it blends AND pops. One of my favorites thus far.

The lady might have had to seriously think about where she stands had this mom politely informed her of her son's condition. Maybe this one moment would have totally been a teaching moment, maybe life changing for the rude woman. I think seizing the opportunity would've been ideal here, if nothing else, the mom would've been supporting her son openly.

Agree about how much time this takes but maybe easier for some dads who are all thumbs? My husband has poor fine motor skills, though he'd never pull out the vacuum to do hair either.

Done with regularity, of course.

Ugh.