Making room

We thought another set of bunkbeds would come in handy. I picked another used set on Saturday, much to our childrens' great delight.

Nathan and Matthew got the "new" bunkbed in their room, since the new one doesn't need a separate ladder. Their old ladder was shoved against the closet door--which was rather inconvenient. We had tried hanging the ladder off of the long side of the bed, but that consumed too much of the valuable play area (which is already quite small). Right now the boys' room has become the "train room" and they almost always have a complex train system set up--so large that I often have to undo part of it to open/close the door. Walking across their floor can be quite hazardous!


For the last week or two Daniel had been climbing into Melanie's bed by standing on a Rubbermaid bucket and climbing over her rails. Unfortunately once he was there he could not get out by himself, so he spent a lot of time waiting there for me to come and take him out. (His siblings aren't supposed to lug him around--thought they try when I'm not looking!) Now the old bunkbed has been transferred to Melanie and Daniel's room, so Daniel can now have a big bed of his own (which he was obviously very envious of!). He can also get in and out himself, which he's thrilled about, and which I am less so, especially in the early mornings!

As you can see Melanie and Daniel's room still has plenty of space for play and for other furniture (like a cradle in September, the Lord willing).


Thoughts of Daniel:
"I love my new bed!"

"What do you mean I'm not allowed to shake these rails back and forth? I wouldn't wreck them, I'm ever so gentle, Gentle is my middle name!"

Thoughts of Mommy:
"You're just way too little for that massive bed!"

"What happened to Baby Daniel!!!!!"

On a scary note, yesterday Daniel managed to get up the ladder onto Melanie's bed! Thankfully he hasn't managed it since--he gets confused by starting under the wrong side of it. That same day he also managed to climb up the barstool I have in the kitchen, and was STANDING on it handsfree and grinning at my panic stricken face. Then he said "SIT!" (He knows very well he's not allowed to stand on a chair, AND he also knows it scares me, SO he loves to do it.