Bunkmates

So, this has been happening:

 

Every night, they try to convince us to let them have a sleepover.

 

Noah promises me that they'll sleep. Ezra closes his eyes and pretends to snore.

 

 

Ezra cries when we take him back to his room and calls for NONA, NONA. Noah wails that he wants his little brother back because he looooooves him.

Add in the fact that Ezra's figured out how to escape his crib already, and I think you can see exactly what crazy arrangement we are seriously (AND CRAZILY) considering.

 

A big boy bed is imminent, as I really don't see this one being happy with a crib tent. So where to put it?

 

Because I have a feeling this is where he'll end up anyway, at least once he masters the doorknob. I know for a fact that this is where he'll be happiest, because it's really only sort of about THE BED, if you know what I mean. 

 

They go to bed and wake up at the same times. Ezra takes a nap in the afternoon, but Noah never spends that time in his room anyway because his toys are all elsewhere. 

 

But this room is really too small for two beds, and Noah's a year away from the recommended top-bunk age. 

On the other hand, this room is waaaay past due for a makeover anyway. (I MEAN COME ON.) And I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't mind putting Ezra's room to use as an office. Or maybe a nursery again, while we're on the subject of HAREBRAINED CRAZY. 

 

I shared a room with my sister when I was this age. We got our own rooms eventually, but I distinctly remember loving the arrangement when I was little. I liked the company. 

And I love that my boys love each other so much. Though I don't know if room-sharing will foster that bond or...have the opposite effect of HE'S TOUCHING ME HE'S BREATHING ON ME HE'S IRRITATING ME WITH HIS MERE EXISTENCE. 

So I'm wondering. Should we give this arrangement a test drive? Should we really possibly even be kidding ourselves about having them share a room, especially since there's no reason they "have" to? And maybe even a bed, and thus kidding ourselves that the end result will be anything other than no sleep and lots of all-night clobbering sessions? Should we look into something like this (only cheaper, my lands) and have Noah move to the top bunk when he's old enough? Figure out how to cram two beds in there, maybe using something like this for Noah and our old toddler bed? Or...you know...wait for them to get completely sick of each other and back requesting their OWN ROOMS and OWN SPACE within a week or so?

P.S. No, Noah doesn't usually sleep in a wifebeater. It was just all I could find because I forgot to take his laundry out of the washer and had to run the load again because it smelled all funny. Which I now realize probably doesn't really make the wifebeater situation any classier. 

My Natural Born Talent, Part Two

(Please read Part One, from yesterday, to find the much-needed WHAT THE HELL IS THIS background.)

At some point, while working very, very hard on my very, very important coloring book, I obviously decided that I was done with writing stand-alone stories about each of the pictures (either that or I simply didn't know how to tie the rest of them to JESUS GOD SON and/or the lovly Indians). Instead I tried to create a cast of recurring characters:

 

Translation:

Hi. we are best
friends. we play together 
all (triple underline!!!1!) the time.
(we're also brothers and
sisters!) our m names  
are; Kate, Jenny,
Sarah, Johnny, Minnie
and Flora. Sometimes
we fight, but we make up! Jenny
Let's us ride her
mule, Senny. Which we
like.

The
End

By this point in my young life, most (if not all) of my much-older half-siblings were graduating from high school and moving out of the house. So I was far too busy constructing elaborate wish-fulfillment scenarios about lots! of sisters! who would play with me! all the time! to ever notice or write any reasons why Kate, Jenny and Minnie HAD NO FUCKING EYEBALLS OR FACIAL FEATURES.

 

You see what I did there? That little "I'm Sarah" that totally ties the characters together and makes it all circular and connected and stuff? Oh, yes. And I would do it for PAGES and PAGES more. BECAUSE THAT'S HOW BOOKS ARE WRITTEN. FACT.

Translation:

Giddyup! Oh,
Hi! I'm just
playing cowboy.
I'm Johnny.
I like to pretend 
I'm a cowboy
rescuing a pretty
girl from bad
guys. I win always.
Opps, gotta go now.
Its dinner time

The
End  

Here we have a pretty good glimpse into the psyche of a little girl who knew next to nothing about little boys, thus dooming herself to give birth to an entire baseball team of 'em later in life. 

   

The year is probably 1985 or '86, and I have already developed the cursive handwriting of a serial killer. 

His horse is called "Wild Texaco. Named after Wild Tex in a movie and a gas station." You guys, I think this was me trying to be FUNNY. 

 

I honestly have NO IDEA what I was going for here, but am pretty sure that Ming Ming from the Wonder Pets owes me some money for copyright violations. 

Seriously. What the HELL. Why couldn't I have just scanned some embarrassing prom pictures like a NORMAL blogger?  

 

Translation:

Oh! I can't belive
it! US! Kate, and
Flora! get to
see the beutiful
shooting rainbow
stars! right
by us! our
brothers and
sisters will
never belive
us! if they do
they might be jealous!

The
End

Translation to the translation: 

My older brother and sister just went to see Ghostbusters without me so I'm just gonna sit here and color beutiful shooting rainbow stars and then cry about it, probably.

 

 

There are seven sets of parentheses on this page. SEVEN. 

 

Translation: 

I am rapidly losing interest in this undertaking.
Fuck this.

Yo, Kate, Jenny, Sarah, Flora here. Whaddup. We're OUT. PEACE. 

 *DROPS MIKE*

I don't remember presenting this book to my parents -- whether I wrapped it or made a big deal about it or was just like, "here, I have no money, Merry Christmas." However, if you perhaps are looking for the perfect gift for someone, I would like to point out that this exact book is STILL AVAILABLE online, for $2.50, which is probably what my parents paid for it in 1983. (Shipping will cost ya seven bucks though. Inflation!) I can certain attest to the fact it indeed did bring me years and years of enjoyment, right up until this moment right now. Give the gift of DREAM HORSES today!