Bullets, hooray!
- Noah got his BIG big boy bed last weekend. The crib made its final transformation from toddler bed to full-size bed and we’re lucky to be exchanging our
guest roomnursery queen size mattress with my parents’ full size mattress. For some reason, the full size seems so much more manageable than a queen. And have you noticed that adorable sheet sets for kids don’t come in queen size? It’s twin or full, baby. Speaking of sheets, I have spent far too much money at PBK and Target on shams and sheets and waterproof mattress pads and pillows to outfit his new bed. That doesn’t even include the duvet cover that I have yet to purchase because I can’t make up my damn mind about what I want. So he’ll have to survive with an uncovered down blanket for the time being. I don’t think he’ll care. It’s me I’m worried about.
- Also a problem is the fact that I keep falling asleep at 8pm in his bed with him, twin rivers of drool coming out of our mouths. Noah loves this, I don't. I must nip this in the bud lest he becomes too accustomed to having Mommy sleep with him. Even if his bed IS far more comfortable than mine.
- The bigger bed means I have to rearrange the furniture in his room. I don’t know if I can properly explain my love affair with rearranging rooms. It is borderline sick and obsessive.
- The stairs are FINISHED. One year, people. That’s how long it took our lazy asses to rip up the carpet (June 2010), stare at the remaining beat up wood stairs (June 2010 – March 2011), decide the hell with refinishing and just paint the damn things all white (late March 2011), begin the process of screwing down a hundred years of squeaks, wood-filling, sanding, caulking, priming, painting and painting and painting (April 2011-June 2011). And ta-da! Squeak free, smooth painted gorgeous stairs.
From this:
To this:
To this:
Lesson to impart because I am nothing if not helpful: gleaming white stairs + husband who forgets to remove shoes + preschooler who is perpetually grimy + cat who sheds a pound of fur a day + dog who shadows every human going up or down = constantly scrubbing the no longer gleaming white stairs. We may be investing in a runner at some point.
I hope this goes to show you that, while handy, we are slow moving when it comes to home improvement. I wouldn’t hire us to do any work in your home, just sayin’.
- Behold the belly in all its
2426.5 week glory:
3 comments:
I would definitely be buying a runner. Those white stairs are gorgeous, but no one needs to be scrubbing stairs on a regular basis. Especially while pregnant.
I always love your belly pictures. They look way better than mine...and by that I mean the ones from my first pregnancy, because this time I took a total of zero belly pictures. I always meant to and never did. Oops.
The stairs look fabulous and pretty and pristine - oooohhhh la la. Your belly is gorgeous, too. And, ummm, I've spent more time sleeping in the bed in Gavin's room than I have in my own bed. To make matters worse: Gavin doesn't even sleep in there. Just me by my lonesome, sick self. ha.
You look fabulous!
The stairs are amazing!
What duvet are you getting Noah? I want to see his room! Doing Theo's big boy bed now and the duvet I want "When Dinosaurs Roamed The Bedding" from Land of Nod, is out of stock until October so he gets a bare duvet as well. Twinsies :-)
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