In attempts to make my living room space a comfortable place, I place my pink wing-back chair and lime green loveseat on an angle in the corners. The children find this very amusing and, of course, the empty space BEHIND the couch and chair has become a secret hiding place, a clubhouse, a spaceship, etc. Even the baby, in his not-so-baby-ness, climbs over my stack-of-suitcases-for-an-end-table and squeezes between the wall and the pink chair to crowd in with the guitars that call that corner Home. Give him a few megablocks and he will play by himself for what seems like hours (really probably 30 minutes - until someone finds him) because he knows back there he won't get sat on, carried by his armpits, get toys taken away from him, get poked pushed or prodded. It's his own quiet place.
