Four Letter Word For "It Has 4 Walls And A Door", For $800 Please, Alex

Up until the age of one, Boy-Child#2 slept in his crib in his own room. "Slept" is a strong word. More like: took brief naps periodically throughout the hours of darkness. At some point after his first birthday, he became strongly opposed to his own room. Perhaps it was too dark. Or too many night lights. Or it had become the fiery pit of hell. Or just too much Classic Pooh. Whatever the reason; he would not sleep in it. Ever. At all. Not even a little bit. Nope. None. The "cry it out" technique was one he challenged. Like an Olympian. Gold medal winner that one. He would not cry for an hour or so and then fall blissfully asleep. No. He would cry ALL night. Not that I would know because I would totally do that never inflict that cruelty on a toddler. So, for the next 2 1/2 years he slept with Ma and Pa Farklepants in their bed. And I hardly slept, clinging to the side of the bed like Spiderman any good mother would. At the end of those 2 1/2 years, I was somewhere along the lines of 29 months and 740 days pregnant and dominating 95% of said bed. I needed my flipping and contortion space dammit! There was a whole strategy with the pillows that did not allow for an extra, albeit small person in the limited space provided. In other words: Boy-Child#2 got the boot from the bed. It was at this point that the ultimate test of a marriage home improvement decision was made to add an additional bedroom to our 3 bedroom home by turning the loft into a giant room the boys could share. Bunk beds were purchased and occupied in Boy-Child#1's room until at least the framing and enclosing was complete. Drywall was hung. There was taping and spackling. Boy-Child#1's old room was painted shades of salmon and soft pink and a white chair rail was hung. Meanwhile, back in the construction zone, the plastering and painting was done on the hallway side of things. An unfinished door was hung. The beds were moved into what could be considered a room. And friends? Four-ish plus years later, it remains so. It has become the infamous household phenomena referred too as "I Don't Even Notice It Anymore Until Something Reminds Me". Seriously. And on my honor; probably sometime around just before Boy-Child#1 leaves for college, a handy man will be hired to complete the job.

I just asked Mr. Farklepants to install some shelving for storage in this here office and am now very mad with myself for suggesting it.

And a Happy New Year's Eve to all y'alls! Enjoy and be safe. xoxo