I broke 3 fingernails to the quick and bled all over Harry's skates and then called Ben when I finally got them on the ice to demand that he get on Amazon and order 2 pairs of velcro skates ASAP even though velcro skates kind of suck. He did, of course, but they didn't qualify for Prime, so this week, I am SCREWED, but next week, we should be on the ice much faster. Since both boys are in seatbelts now, I also get them ready from the waist down before we get there-- shorts with velcro on the legs to hold up their socks that go over their pants, silly padded suspender hockey shorts, knee pads, and tall, thick, footless hockey socks that velcro to their undershorts. Then when we get to the rink, I "just" have to help them with shoulder pads, elbow pads, neck gear, jerseys, helmets, under gloves, gloves and those goddamned skates. I don't know what Cooper is going to be doing while all of this is happening. Maybe screaming in his stroller, but I think the stroller is going to be more trouble than it's worth since it will be an epic battle to get him back in when it's time to go, unless have some sort of chocolate to bribe him with. And then there's the taking off of everything and the cramming it back in the stinky hockey bag and getting three kids outside into the freezing, black cold with a hockey bag the size of Jack and 2 sticks. Hmpf. I'll let you know how it goes.
We finally, finally, finally finished the room shuffle. Now all I have to do is figure out the baby's name on the wall in her room (I have the letters-- decoupage is not going as smoothly as planned. but I am like $75 into the project and will probably keep going) and wash her tiny pink clothes and hang them on the tiny pink hangers that are just waiting in her closet.
We ended up spending about what we anticipated, but we saved a ton on bedding and accessories by going to IKEA and re-purposing stuff we had, and we splurged a little more than we thought we would on furniture by going to a local furniture store for dressers instead of getting them at IKEA and buying night stands to match. So, it all came out in the wash.
Here's Ben putting the finishing touches on her room:
he old Circo robot quilt for his fire truck bed.
I LOVE this sweet little IKEA crib. Ben tried to fool me and say it only has one level, so he wouldn't have to take it apart to lower the mattress, but Facebook shamed him into admitting the truth. I know we could have gotten a white crib anywhere, but I love our other IKEA crib that is Harry's age and still going strong. I also love that their furniture conforms to international safety standards, does not have any drop sides, and is not made with horrible chemicals in the wood. I am planning to put her name on the wall behind the crib if my letters turn out. If not, we'll at least do a giant first initial like the boys have.
We filled this frame with pictures of us and our siblings as babies, as well as with Harry and Jack and their cousins. I love, love love it.
Nagging Ben to let me borrow his paint brush today while he was embroiled in touch up painting from moving all of our stuff everywhere, I woke Cooper up accidentally an hour into his only nap of the day, so we had to bribe him with a Fannie May chocolate sucker to make it through the grocery store. We're awesome.