We told the girls they could finally sleep in their new bedroom and they practically knocked us over in their haste to start moving furniture out of the guest room. Their determined faces just sent me into a fit of the giggles. They were in that old guest room like a shot gathering up all their “important” stuff.
Ooo, don’t mess with this tough little mover. I think she’s union.
They pointed out to us many, many, many times that they really shouldn’t be sleeping in these embarrassingly puny todder beds any longer and were a little miffed that the new beds won’t be delivered for another week or two. Ah well, they made do. We’ve ordered cute white twin beds with built-in trundles so friends (and lots of cousins) can stay over.
Gee, do you think they’re happy?
There was quite animated dancing and celebrating:
And then, the next morning, we all cuddled in the big bed and the girls watched Tinkerbelle while TubaDad and I watched the fun rainstorm out the window.
We’re kinda liking the new house today. Things are starting to fall into place and I don’t feel quite as panicky as I did when we made the insane decision to move into a bigger house that needed some work and put our own lovely house on the market. It’s going to be alright in the end...