OOC.

{aaaaand, once again - a blog i started over a week ago.}  

out of control.  

nesting.

in my defense, i did have 14 days to think.  and plan.  and prepare.  organize and reorganize.  after day four of my freedom, ben uttered:  i don't think i'm going to make it through this nesting period.  it's true.  it's never - I'VE never - been this awful.  demands.  (ir)rational planning.  pregnancy brain.  but you know what, it's not worth arguing over.  it's just easier to have it done my way because it's what makes sense to me now.  ha!  how awful to admit that, see it in writing, but sometimes the truth is tough to handle.

as of the new year, the kiddos had been bunked up, sharing a room.  we only have a three bedroom home, and i figured having them room share was the lesser of evils when thinking of throwing a newborn into the mix.  for the month of january and some of february, it was working.  then things changed - some red head got a little too comfortable and bedtime turned into this atrocious thing.  jb was ready for bed at night, and well, she wasn't.  we'd hear complaints of duey won't stop singing/clapping/talking/stay in her bed, and eventually he'd open the (child-locked) door as in saying get out!  disaster.  he would even fall asleep through all her shenanigans, only to get a foot to the face or a book slammed on his head (once, ok, maybe more).  poor guy!  and with ben doing bed time during my bed rest, he realized how big of an issue it was, too.  so, our first mission after my freedom: separate (problem) kid 2 from (sleepy) kid 1.

our super-coveted bonus room, now houses our 5 year old.  he not only has the biggest "room" in the house, but he also has the best view!  my computer and desk are now in our bedroom, and the tv was brought downstairs to our great room.  dylan has jack's old room, all to herself, and amazingly, bed time is finally a breeze again!  she has time to wind down on her own, and jb (the no-napper) falls asleep within minutes of cheek-to-pillow.  and, my most favorite part about him having his own space???  i get to walk up the stairs and spy on him snoozing!

jackie's new space

all his trucks and trains at his disposal

screen to separate the room, his messy bed with all his favorite lovies

next up, dylan's room.  it still feels so odd to say that.  it's been jack's room for as long as we've lived here.  from baby crib and green & white striped walls, to camo bed & slide to big kid trundle beds... and now, girlie stuff.  even as they were together, i wanted to maintain the boyish room feel - no pinks or purples.        

but now?

it's quite girly.  just like her.  she loves anything pink.  she requests pink-everything.  the bouncy-house we've reserved for her birthday party?  i wanna pink one.  ummm, ok, i'll get dada to get right on that...  

does your toddler insist on having EVERYTHING in their bed?  sometimes, i don't know where she sleeps!  and, just like a toddler, there are those mornings where i find her with nothing in her bed.  always keeping you on your toes, those tiny humans.

i purchased this upcycled side table/magazine rack from a local store in palmer, vintage poppy.  i want everything she creates!  when jack picked out his lamp from target, dylan was quite put out that she couldn't get one, too.  so after our table purchase, we found ourselves back at the bullseye, picking the same stand, different shade for the redhead's room.  notice:  the magazine rack is the perfect storage place for lovies and her collection of books & handbags.

don't you love that picture of our teeny tiny bulldog?  dylan found it in a stack of photos from when i was rifling through our 2007 wedding album.  she grabbed it, squealed and "talked to" beanie like you'd talk to an infant.  i just love that they know how to baby-talk!

baby 3's room!  much to do still, but here's what my big body has done so far.  ok, no.  wait.  here's what dear husband has hung so far.