The bunk house

So Paige's nesting instinct is kicking into overdrive now. On the last go round, we ended up buying a new house. At least this baby has just been limited to re-arranging furniture. Today we decided to change the rooms around to get ready for the new arrival. We have two sets of bunk beds. Until now, one was set up as bunk beds in Ella's room, and the other was set up as two single beds in the boys' room. Today we moved one of Ella's beds into the boys' room and told her she was going to move in there for a while when the new baby came. At first she was excited, thinking it would be fun to have a sleepover with her brothers every night. A little while later, she started realizing that this meant her room would no longer be the same. Her bed got moved out, her little playhouse got taken down and stored in the closet, her dresser got moved into the boy's closet, and the crib got set up in "her" room. She was not too pleased about this. We had a heart to heart and explained that the new baby needed somewhere to sleep, and that as soon as it could sleep through the night, she could move back to her room. If it is a little boy, it will go sleep with Levi and Noah, and if it is a little girl, then she and Ella get to share a room. This seemed to sooth her hard feelings. By bedtime, she was excited to sleep in her new room with the boys. Overall, she took it like a little trooper. We'll see how it goes with three kids in the same room. Tonight wasn't exactly smooth, but they are all sleeping now.

Here is the final result...

Ok ok, not really. But three beds in one small room feels like it...

And here is the new baby's room. I am really hoping it is a girl, because I can't hardly contemplate my boy sleeping in this...

Pink walls, butterfly rug, flowers on the curtain. It would probably permanently warp the poor boy. So let's hope it's a girl. Plus, another boy means that all three of them will spend the rest of their childhood crammed into a single room. A girl just works better...

Paige is feeling guilty over the whole thing. Ella was crying, and Paige said it was breaking her heart. "I'm a mother, it's my job to feel guilty over how I have wronged my children." Then she felt guilty because the new baby doesn't get it's "own" room, it gets a mismatched collection of leftover furniture crammed into Ella's old room. Pregnancy hormones. I don't feel sorry for the new kid at all. She (?) will be the only one in the house who gets a room all to herself.

So after a late kiddo bedtime tonight, I better get to sleep. Because 6:53 AM will come to soon. Why 6:53? That is approximately the time the garbage truck will roll past our house tomorrow. The truck will wake up the boys, who will barrel out of their room and into ours, still half asleep, screaming half with excitement and half with pure terror that they will miss seeing the garbage truck go by. Heaven forbid they actually do miss the truck going by, or they spend the next 30 minutes sobbing until he makes his second loop through to collect the other side of the street. Definitely no need for an alarm clock on Monday mornings in our house...