The Happyish Homestead

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Great Bedroom Swap of 2016

I grew up ALWAYS sharing a room.

I’ve never not shared a room.

My twin sister and I shared a room and invented a game using Disney trivia, played Aggravation every night before we went to bed and generally fought endlessly about what a filthy, filthy roommate she was.

{She’s grown into a lovely individual and become very self aware so it’s ok if I say stuff like that.}

But, we made a lot of memories. 

So I was never opposed to three girls in a room.

But what are memories for kids are nightmares for the parents.

The constant fighting and gymnastics {Meg} and reading too late and fairy games played far into the night.

{One friend came to babysit and after she put the girls to bed she said it sounded like elephants roller skating up there.}

{Not something you want on your resume as a parent..}

It was becoming a bit too much, and I was losing my mind.

So we converted our storage room {originally a not-connected-to-the-house-pump house} to a bedroom. Giving us another room allowing us two kids to a room.

And giving Bryce and I the biggest bedroom.

Before

Not really a true before. We even had my crib from when I was a baby in here for Libby so that she and Bennett could nap at the same time but not in the same room.

I’m a complicated individual.

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And now.

The thing I’m struggling with the most is everything is brown, brown, brown. Brown dressers on brown walls.

But, it’s enormous with a sitting area to boot.

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Katie

Monday, November 28, 2016

Half Full or Half Empty

It’s an age old question.

So….for this project it’s either a super inexpensive undertaking….just a couple pieces of plywood….

or a rather expensive wall treatment….using the old window taken out during our bathroom remodel…expensive.

Naturally, I’m a half full type of person.

So this thing was Cha-eap.

This beast took me forever and I about chucked it out more than once…

when my arms were sore from Dremeling

and I was experiencing break-in feelings from breaking glass

and it looked terrible

and the wood glue wasn’t sticking

and there was yet another trip to Home Depot.

But, here we are.

And I’m glad I stuck with it.

Before:

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And now.

I moved the antiques sign over to the living room above the couch.

This is what you see when you walk through the front door.

For this select five minutes.

Obviously my house never looks this clean.

You’re welcome.

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I’m going to put the days of the week above each column and then chalkboard a place to write in the month.

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The ladder will eventually hold family pictures.

Oh, and be attached to the wall

so that when Spencer is throwing a fit

about not wanting to eat his black beans at dinner

and kicks back

and knocks it over

it won’t hit Elizabeth on the head.

Way less drama in that ladder’s future.

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Well, I’m sure the rest of you are being way more responsible and doing things like decorating for Christmas.

Instead of, like us, rearranging every single bedroom in the house.

Which means, when you take a break from your normalcy, you can hop on the ol’ blog and read a post about a bedroom update, coming in the next week.

You know, now that we have a working computer again.

Feel free to leave a comment sharing how much you missed me, and how a 7’ x 6’ calendar is a completely reasonable dining room accent.

Katie

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

They Turned Out OK

Family pictures, that is.

And they very well could not have.

Because I’m in the business of keeping my kids alive.

Which means an annual flu shot.

{On the same day the sun shone and the schedule was open - so pictures it was.}

And shots usually go alright.

Well, it could’ve.

If the nurse would have done the nasal application instead of an actual shot.

You know, like I told my kids was going to happen?

But I guess a sharp and pointy object into the fleshiest appendage was the set up for the day.

The kids did not take the news lying down.

Adeline for instance took it clinging to the chair

and then lying on the floor

and then convulsing on the exam table

loudly proclaiming that this was the worst day of her life

and she should’ve locked herself in the doctor office’s bathroom when she had the chance.

{Not kidding, there were witnesses.}

And Libby?

Not a single tear or cry.

Not that I’m in the habit of shaming the older kids by comparing their reactions to that of the 18 month old.

I’m super mature that way.

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Top to bottom, left to right:

Piglet, Robin, Hera {the Greek Goddess of Marriage and Family}, wolf, lumberjack, and not pictured: Little Red Riding Hood

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Here we are!

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Katie