Whoopsie, I realize it's been a while since I've made good on my promise to post a picture a day of our new house--and so today, I'll give you a little glimpse of our third floor, otherwise known as the kid suite.
One of the things I loved the MOST about this house from the very first day we set foot in it, was the third floor. Hell, I probably loved just the idea of it, before I ever laid eyes on it's window nook (that sits high, HIGH above our street), or the stained glass piece that sits in it's ceiling (I'll have to post that photo later). The second photo is a view from the third floor, to the playroom on the second floor (a converted bedroom). That's right, the kids stare down at the second floor from their bedroom...it's pretty quirky, but pretty rad. And if you can believe it, we have children of age and responsible enough NOT to catapult themselves over the banister overlooking the drop to the playroom--surely a mark of success in the grand scheme of parenting?
We have A LOT of couches. And twin beds. You never realize these things, until you move them 12 TIMES--but that is what we have, and so the kids inherited a chair and a couch for their playroom. If our last house presented the problem of WAY TOO MUCH wall space to fill, then this house is just the opposite; not an obvious place for three couches, two Lazy-boys, and three oversized chairs. But tell me, WHO can ever have too much olive green twill furniture?
Yep, all four of our kids share a room. Excuse me, they share an entire floor. It EASILY houses both bunk beds, has TWO window nooks, a balcony to the playroom AND still fits a train table and toy chests without feeling tight. Clearly there is a winner in this move, and it is anyone in our family under the age of 10. How we have made it almost a decade without someone begging and pleading for their own space is BEYOND me, but it still appears that they enjoy each other (most of the time).
And in unrelated news:
Big J got his NEW, tortoise shell glasses today! We went with the plastic frames (versus the wire ones) and are hoping to alleviate that problem immortalized on our Christmas card: glasses that were ALWAYS bent and sitting crooked on his face. He is such a little old man, I can hardly stand it.
And now. If you'll excuse me, I have another date with Tim Riggins.