He told Bill that if we move his desk one more time, then he's quitting

My son's computer desk used to be in his bedroom right under one of his windows (and he could see the squirrels, and they were merry). It was one of those things that seemed like a good idea at the time. Like rolling your jeans. Or Color Me Badd. The reality was that it left his room quite cramped.

In July a solution came to us in the form of the local Home Builder's Association moving to new offices. They sent out an email to members offering up cubicle walls of various sizes on a first-come-first-served basis. All we had to do was pick them up, which Tom did one afternoon with one of our work trucks.

With the cubicle walls we were able to section off a space in the unused (because of the PLAID CARPET) rec room downstairs into a little computer haven for Nicholas right outside of Tom's office. Not that Nicholas spends much time down there playing on his computer anyway, so the little "room" also serves as storage space for a lot of his old gear - which we keep around because even though he doesn't play with all the stuff his three cousins sometimes stay with us and then we need more toys and we need them all in a place far, far away from wherever we are.





This is another one of those awkward angles that are so prevalent in our house. But here's a wide shot of the whole set-up, which winds up forming a long hallway down to the two downstairs bedrooms that currently serve as Tom's office and our guest room - while giving us more places to store things where people don't have to see it.




But if we take his stapler, he'll burn the building down.