Match the Hammock to the House

I slept in five different houses on my family's two-week trip to the American Southeast, but each night I snuggled into my own bed and slept very soundly -- better than I sleep at home, my Mom said.

Of course, my bed is a hammock, and it's a critical enough piece of my layette that my parents packed it up and brought it with us on the airplane in our checked baggage.

At home the hammock hangs from a hook in the ceiling, but for this trip, we attached it to a door-jamb clamp requisitioned from a Johnny-Jump-Up. The clamp fit over the trim piece of various closets and doorways.

Which did lead to an unfortunate lexigraphical situation in North Carolina, when our host said, "OK, where would you like to hang the baby?"

See if you can match the photos of my five "bedrooms" with the five houses in the next post. Good luck!