On the agenda: re-doing a bedroom, along with the boyz' bathroom. Right now, Eldest and Middle share a bedroom with bunk beds. Baby is in his own room, still in a crib. The room Baby occupies still has its original MINT GREENISH/TURQUOISISH carpeting. (Why???? Please tell me who looks at that color and thinks, "Hey, that's a great shade! Let's do all 3 bedrooms!" Ack.)
So the master plan is to re-carpet and paint Baby's room, take down the bunk beds, get rid of the crib, and have Middle and Baby share that room with twin beds. Eldest will stay where he is in his own room with a twin bed.
Which all sounds nice on paper, except? Middle and Baby are our 2 worst sleepers. And we're putting them together. Plus we'll be dealing with Baby's transition to a big boy bed. So we shall see.
As for the bathroom, we are painting, putting in a new vanity and new fixtures and are replacing the (pee-smelling) linoleum with tile. We don't need to replace the toilet, though, because remember this??
On Saturday, I finally finished peeling off the wallpaper border in Baby's room. Speaking of? I got weirdly sentimental as I was tearing that wallpaper, remembering how my friend Michelle and I had put it up there when I was (hugely) pregnant with Eldest.
I also think it will be hard when we finally dismantle the crib. The one which held all 3 of my slumbering babies. I have pictures of Hubby studiously putting it together all those years ago, in the freshly painted room with the carefully hung wallpaper border (and the tacky carpeting). Taking down that crib represents the end. The end of babies in the Trenches. The end of this stage in our lives.
I fondly think of Hubby and I back then in 2001, so excited to have purchased our first home, so eager with the anticipation of the birth of our first child (sex unknown)...
and having NO CLUE that 6+ years later, we would have not 1, not 2, but 3 healthy little boyz!
Life is good.