
Grandma and Grandpa Kennedy gave Oliver this Baby Einstein activity center. We came home late one evening and there it was just inside the front door. Here he is at 19 weeks enjoying the spinning frog. He LOVES his time in it. Such a big boy....


from here via remodelista - this too.
There is something soothing to me about sliding up to your place at the table along a bench. Some of my best childhood memories took place while sitting on a bench of my parent's dinner table.
At 9, crammed between my siblings at dinner I went into a fit of giggles so hard I fell backward off the bench and just rolled on the ground until it passed. I've done hours and hours of homework on those benches. It was a regular ritual growing up to sit and talk with my grandmother while she enjoyed her daily beer and a cigarrette at the end of the table. Sometimes we didn't say much at all, I would just sit with her and trace the grain of the wood on the table or watch the thin trail of smoke float up to the ceiling.