Friday, May 11, 2012

Free Range Isaac

One of the biggest changes we've encountered at our new house is that Alex and Isaac now share a room.  They have the only bedroom on the second floor (unless you count the small storage room across the hall that is stacked to the rafters with mom and I's craft supplies...) with lots of space, two closets, and their very own bathroom that is completely pink from top to bottom, including pink laminate on the cabinet doors, pink ceramic tile on the floors and shower enclosure, a dusty rose tub and toilet, not to mention the floral embroidered toilet seat, 1950's Hollywood style vanity lighting, and not one, but TWO original mustard yellow hardwired hairdryers.  When Alex first toured the house, he said, "Mom, we really can't buy this house because I do NOT want that pink bathroom."  Overruled.  

They have adjusted surprisingly well to sharing a space, in that they don't fight any more up there than they do in the rest of the house.

And in other news...look who's in a big boy bed.  And lovin' it.  He's particularly loving the fact that the light switches are toddler-height, so he can get up at any time of night and play.  We've discovered that an effective method for getting him to stay in bed is to have Aunt Rachel stand outside of his door and scare the beejeebers out of him whenever he sneaks out of bed.  Works like a charm.

Of course, Isaac isn't entirely to blame.  One night, after I had come upstairs twice to put Isaac back to bed, I stood outside of his room and waited for him to come to the door again, eager to try the Aunt Rachel Method of Child Scaring.  The door was ajar, and I heard Alex whisper, "Do it again, Isaac".  Isaac mumbled something around his paci, to which Alex replied, "Yeah, do it again, go open the door like you just did," at which point Isaac climbed out of bed and headed towards the door. I flung the door open and screamed, "You're SO BUSTED!!!" to a shocked and wide-eyed Alex, who then began to apologize profusely with little to no sincerity.

And if you're wondering why our not-yet-two year old is in a big bed, it's mostly because his hand-me-down Walmart crib featuring the now illegal drop-side was being held together by Gorilla tape.  Ironically, we moved Alex to a bed at eighteen months because he sleeps like a tornado and was starting to destroy the aforementioned crib that we wanted to keep in decent condition for the next kid.  So glad we sidestepped that landmine...

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