We have curtains in the nursery. It feels like a giant milestone, but that's probably because I'm moving at a sloth's pace these days. Thanks to my wonderful seamstress mother-in-law they look wonderful.
And this is what we did during our winter storm. We threw snowballs for Mabel. She considered it a mind blowing concept, mostly because she labored under the delusion that they were catchable. But who am I to point fingers and laugh at another living creature's lack of mental prowess? After all, I consider random shoes lying on the side of the freeway one of life's greatest mysteries.