Wishful Thinking Turned Into Reality

Last summer, I "pinned" a picture of some really cool bunkbeds. 

I showed the picture to Bob and he agreed that they were cool and mentioned that he could probably build it for Lily and Elle.  We didn't talk about it again for about 6 months.  It then came time to move Blakely out of her crib and into a big girl bed. At the same time, Lily and Elle were expressing an interest in sharing a room, even though we have enough bedrooms for each girl to have their own.

Bob and I started to get excited about having a bedroom vacated to use as an office, so the conversation turned back to the picture that I had pinned six months prior.  We decided to go for it and ended up with our own version and we couldn't be happier with how it turned out.

Bob really amazes me.  He had nothing but a picture -- no plan, no measurements, no materials list.  He just jumped in and created this beautiful room for the girls.  And then I had to paint it <sigh>.

Lily and Elle truly love it.  There were moments when Lily wavered on whether or not she wanted to share a room with her little sister.  Unfortunately, we were too far down the construction path to indulge her flippant and ever-changing desires.  Essentially, we told her "too late and too bad".  Fortunately, it has all worked out and I'd say they are two lucky little girls. 

Baby Book Guilt

Over five years ago, I was inspired by a friend, who blogged about her first pregnancy, to create my own blog.  So I created one.  Oh, you didn't know that?  That's because I never posted on it.  Not even once.  Pretty inspired, huh? 

So, five years and three children later, I'm giving it another shot.  I'm not promising much, or rather, anything.  It's just that, with each friend that begins a new blog, I feel worse and worse about not capturing some thoughts about this moment in time for me and my family.  Over and over, people (especially my Grandma) continue to say to me, "you have to write that down, trust me, you'll forget it", and I know that they're right. 

The truth is, some of it I'm TRYING to forget!  Like all of the adventures in POOP that I've been through in the past 3 years!  Many of you remember these stories.  The stories I tried to pretend never happened, but all the while, people continued to say "write it down! it will be funny - someday!"  Well, I still don't think it's quite funny, maybe because I still have another girl to potty train.  (Please, oh please, Blakely, be the EASY one.  PLEASE don't poop all over our house!!  Come to think of it, yesterday, when you took a shower with me, pooping on the shower floor in the middle of our otherwise nice shower, was NOT a good sign.  <sigh> .)

So, I really don't know where this will go, but all I am hoping for is that I'll capture at least a few stories to share with my three girls when I am old and gray and completely SENILE (which may be as soon as next year, when I'm potty training #3.)  The guilt of a half-baked baby book for #1 and non-existent baby books for #2 and #3 has officially set it.  I'm blogging, baby!