My sister and brother-in-law built a lovely cottage/playhouse for their girls. I have never been so jealous of a three year old. It is something that I've always wanted. There is even a mail box with their name on it and small bean bag chairs to sit on. A rather cute addition to the cottage are the three little mice roaming inside the cottage.
There is also an excellent spot in my sisters house
where you can sit in the warm sun and cuddle.
Her house is a perfect place for cooking and baking. I'm really excited for the day that I can make cookies with my kids. I have great memories of sneaking cookie dough out of my moms mixer when I thought she wasn't looking. What are your favorite memories growing up?
