With little G toilet training, we figured it wasn't a bad idea to finally get rid of the carpet in the family room. The room that up until now, we only permitted to be lit with the low-level dimmers. Because you really don't need to see stains of questionable origin glaring at you every day.
Just ignore the furniture, as it's on its way outta here. And the cheap blinds, yuck.
It's all going. At some point, anyway. It's funny how tastes change over the years. Or maybe we're just sick of the sofa springs digging into our backs. After all, couches in a house of children = trampoline.
Of course now that they're so shiny and new, we have to get a rug to protect them. G's already taken to running her toy school buses along the floor... uh, when did she ever play with her toy school buses before? Only NEVER!
Wood floors. I heart them, truly, madly and deeply.