My Angels

My Angels
My earthly angels who lift me to the nirvana of fatherhood. Fathirvana.

Monday, January 17, 2011

The whole family had today off in observance of Martin Luther King Jr. Day. We just relaxed. We just relaxed until about 10:30 am. It was then that everyone began to get a little restless with cabin fever. My wife could tell because I was pacing around the house, and I'd opened the fridge and closed it about ten times in ten minutes, and hadn't taken a thing out. It was -7 degrees outside and felt like -13 according to TWC, so taking the kids out to play was out of the question.

We'd toyed with the idea of working it so that our oldest daughter Grace could have her own room for some time now. We have three bedrooms upstairs, and a guest room downstairs in our house. Grace (8) and Morgan (5) share a room, as do our three year old twins Emma and Lily, and we have the third bedroom.

So upon my 11th arrival to the fridge, my wife said, "Let's DO something today. Like switch some furniture around or something." I raised my eyebrows and said, "Like you mean...THE BIG SWITCH?"

I think in HER mind she was thinking more along the lines of switching the angle of the couch in the living room, but she raised HER eyebrows and said, "OK, are you up for that?" I said, "Sure!"

So it began. We first emptied the guestroom into the dining room. Then moved all of our furniture out and into the guest room. It really looks great, and for now, the dining room looks like and episode of HOARDERS, but that's only because our "old" bedroom upstairs is waiting like a blank sheet of paper upon which we will create a room worthy of the only oldest daughter we'll ever have.

Remember our goal of making Grace feel special in the wake of Morgan's Pneumonialebrity? Well I would say special doesn't hold a light to what she's feeling! She's MEGAexcited. Even Morgan is excited because she's gaining freedom from having to share a room with Grace, so all is well.

Now all that's left to do is everything.

It's all good. Instead of dipping my hand into a bag of chips at night, I'll be dipping a brush into a gallon of paint. Always look on the bright side :)

Another day, another daughter!

4DAUTRZ

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