As discussed when chatting about the girls’ bedroom/nursery plans, we have assigned these rooms as boy and girl titles very loosely. We do not know our coming baby’s gender (and of course birth order for future babies).
(This photo is the former resident’s furniture. Our crib is in here now.)
Similarly, our to-do list is pretty short and vague. Of the whole house’s interior and exterior, the children’s rooms are our least priority while we are waiting and seeing what life with multiple babies is like.
Lay wood floors
Replace light fixture
Paint walls (an army green-ish, I think)
Refurbish dresser and changing table (previous owner left for us)
Rug, accessories, artwork
If and when this space is made full-on boy, I would like for a little bit of an industrial meets camping feel with things like a teepee to play in and vintage science posters. Please understand I am generally adverse to rooms having “themes,” so I hope to not execute in a too cliche way.
In theory, I would love for our babies to be sleeping in the same room as soon as No. 2 sleeps through the night. (Is that what people do? I do not know; I just make up goals and enforce them on myself.) Whether boy or girl, I want the shared space to work.
Occasions of suffering are often what prompt people to ask life’s big questions. We have to put together meaning of our life somehow. Why am I here? What is wrong with us? How do I get better? How should we treat one another?
In Be Still, My Soul, Nancy Guthrie has compiled 25 essays, some very old, some new, on this problem of suffering. Every chapter was like a tiny breakthrough for me, each getting at a different piece of the puzzle experiencing pain.
I went through this book with a group of women at my church and was blessed to know some of the difficulty these friends have seen and yet watch them suffering well through it. Nancy has experienced great loss herself in the death of her two children and does not waste your time with fluff in this collection of writings.
My husband is a champion and deserves many laurels. He is a smart man, the type who can research something and teach himself how to do it. That combined with some advice from our beloved friend Jon the Professional, allowed him to learn everything to successfully lay every one of these pretty planks by hand.
To clarify, these are not laminate, vinyl, wood-look tile, or anything that snaps together. No, David Schultz installed real solid hardwoods with like, nails and whatever. I will be done bragging on him now, but I had to for a little because he worked so hard and is generally just the best.
The feeling of having two whole spaces on the first floor normal and fully functional is extremely refreshing. It wears on you to feel like you are living in a construction site and having to warn friends when stopping in of heavy machinery and stray nails about. (Or remorsefully having to shoo friends off overall.)
The trim is not back up yet. We will do that when we are done with everything else. However, having some stable floors to walk across makes me feel like I live in an absolute palace. Please recall the following from three weeks ago.
Now, things look like this (moving into the dining room!)
And, I can take victorious (although we are not finished yet) photos like this.