Snow, Superbowl, sleeping arrangements
Posted on | February 7, 2010 2 Comments | e-mail | print
Lookit that! One week into Nablopomo: February, and I borked a day. Ah, well, my apologies. I was so busy cowering under 20”-plus inches of snowfall I plumb forgot to post.
But I’m posting now. I just pulled a pan of brownies out of the oven and uploaded a few snow shots to Flickr; Mackie is sitting on my left, telling me “I hewk you,” whatever that means. Owen is in the other room building a Lego fire truck and Iain is, of course, watching the Superbowl (I look up for the commercials).
Yesterday we did some hard hauling, taking everything out of my sewing room so we can put the boys in there. It’s the biggest room in the house, and the kids aren’t getting any smaller. Plus we’re hosting between 8 and 11 people for the weekend, so I wanted a few extra beds in there. Right now I’ve got two twins and a full, side by side, and everyone’s been taking turns rolling from one to the next to the next. It looks like a freaking orphanage or something. I fully expect a little white-eyed red-haired girl to show up with her dog, singing show tunes.
It’ll only hold three beds until the close of next weekend, the date of one of my family’s patented Murthabrations, when we all 14+ of us (me, the spouse, the kids, my siblings and their sig O’s, and my parents) get together to make fun of each other and eat sandwiches and drink beer. After that, one bed is going back into the new sewing room, the boys’ old room, which is weirdly shaped and tiny but just fine for a craft room/guest room/possible nursery (we’ll see, depending on what gender and how ornery the new baby is). In a three-bedroom house, it really is a luxury to have a studio; on the other hand, where else am I going to keep all that fabric, my Singer, my serger, my ironing board, my craft books, my patterns and supplies … don’t let me go on.
But I digress. The kids love their new room. In the old room, there was just enough space for bunk beds, and the top bunk was not very popular, meaning each boy claimed one end of the bottom bunk for his own, meaning the nights were filled with kicking footfights and yanked covers. Now they each get a whole twin bed to themselves, specially made up with handmade quilts and pillows.
And since the room is now like wall to wall mattresses, it makes for a pretty fun play room, too. Just imagine I stopped lecturing them about concussions long enough to take a picture of the acrobatics and inserted it here XX.
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February 8th, 2010 @ 9:31 am
Looks like your room growing up! Remember?
Reply to thisFebruary 8th, 2010 @ 12:54 pm
that bottom picture is very Ma Ingalls-esque!
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