Sunday, June 12, 2011


I would love to introduce you to our Frank's room.  What's that you say?  You haven't met Frank?  Frank, our fake kid, came along just in the nick of time to stage the fake third bedroom.

You see, our third bedroom is only accessible through Bennett's room.  Arlington is notorious for older homes with "quirky" layouts.  Frank's room is the third bedroom above the garage.  It has angled ceilings, built-in shelves, and is one of the most charming rooms in the house.  In the two years we've lived here, it's been an office, guest room, and now Frank's room.
It is legally a third bedroom, with closets and a window.  It's just unfortunate that you have to walk through the second bedroom to get there.  We had no intention of living here long enough that you'd have to worry about waking a baby, but we didn't want a buyer to cross our house off the list just because of the wonky egress.  Thank heaven little Frank came along just in the nick of time.
Frank has a thing for Elephants.
One of our lovely neighbors gave Bennett, err Frank, a vintage Babar book.  I wonder what she'll think when she comes to the open house this afternoon.
Grandma Snyder's Rocker
Lions and Legos and Elmo, Oh my!
Hand Me Downs from Baby Clarke, a U of M Jersey, and Size 6 diapers.  If only Frank would finally learn to go on the potty...
Yep, I thought of everything.  Frank even has a Cookie Monster tooth brush in the medicine cabinet and juice boxes in the fridge.  I have a soft spot in my heart for this little boy.  He got to grow up in our little Arlington house, something I dreamed Bennett getting to do.  He had his first birthday party here.  His swing hung from the viney tree.  He chased Atticus in the backyard and played with the kids across the street.  We took pictures of him with his monkey backpack on on our front step.   Little Frank is one lucky boy and I hope the next family sees it too.

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