Our home is a small, three bedroom built in the mid-1950s. It originally had one full bathroom, but some time in the 90s (given the fake wood finish), a second half bathroom was added to make the house more family-friendly.
Perfect in theory, but when you take an already-small bedroom and add a bathroom to it, it makes the bedroom almost un-usable for an actual bedroom. Case-in-point: our current nursery. Just the right size for a tiny baby or perhaps an office, but other than that, it’s not happening.
And while our small house keeps us accountable for what we bring in and helps us edit what we truly want to live with, it also makes the reality of two girls sharing a room inevitable.
Once Harper grows out of her crib, she’ll be moving in next door with her big sister. I’m sure it will go well, right? I shared a room with my sister until I was 13 and we’re friends…now, anyway. Although, for the first 20 years of her life we didn’t get along so well.
It seems like just yesterday we were sitting on our bedroom floor kicking the crap out of each other or I was making her cry because I wouldn’t let her borrow any of my clothes. Ahhh, memories.
So in hopes of breaking my daughters’ spirits the way my parents did, Elliott and Harper will be sharing a room for the better part of their young lives. It’s going to be smashing.
In preparation of this joyous occasion, we bought bunk beds.
They have been a big hit with Elliott. She’s sleeping longer in the mornings (maybe because she’s not living in fear of falling out anymore since there’s more room), and they’re almost like a new toy.
Originally, when we ordered them, we said the top bunk was not going to be used so we wouldn’t put the ladder up. I had visions of someone falling off and breaking her arm. But when Chris started putting them together, it became obvious that we couldn’t leave the ladder off. So now the top bunk is the place to play. Because even though I declared on day one that the top bunk is to be used only for sleeping, no one seemed to listen.
The number one fun activity while on the top bunk? Throwing large books over the edge. Which gives me a mini-heart attack every time because I think Elliott has fallen and I rush in there only to see her tossing more books over the edge. Good thing I have really low blood pressure or this thing might have already killed me.
But it is pretty cute watching Ellie take everyone that visits our house into her room to see her “big kid bed.” And now that she’s started preschool {tear}, she thinks she’s pretty hot stuff. And I tend to agree.
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