Ikea

Last night we met up with Gramma and her friend Don, and Aunt Erselle, for dinner at Ikea. Random, I know, but Gramma and Don had driven from Bend to buy a couch, and it worked well to meet up there for a brief visit before they drove back. Plus, who doesn't want a plateful of Ikea's delicious meatballs for dinner? (Other than my vegetarian husband, that is.) After dinner the kids grew a bit restless so I wandered around the store with them, and we happened upon this little entertainment contraption.