Our Thanksgiving kicked off in the traditional fashion, with a 2-year-old who decided to change his own diaper. Helpful! We found him up on his changing table, completely naked...and completely covered in a greasy coat of pine-scented diaper ointment. His hair (ohgodhishair), his face, his butt, his feet. Like he was preparing to go wrestle a live turkey in the backyard later, or something.
(I mean, I know our Thanksgivings might get a little weird, but definitely not slicked-up toddler/farm animal wrestling weird. YET, anyway.)
Ike was able to accomplish this feat of strength because we've been letting him bunk with his brothers most nights now. This has downsides, obviously, like a non-confined toddler running around the house pre-sunrise and a sharp increase in the levels of post-sunset mayhem. But it also allows us to pretty much ignore the whole three kids/two rooms situation.
Noah sort of wants his own room, but only if nothing changes, like...new furniture or paint. Or getting rid of any of the nursery furniture. And he doesn't really want to sleep in different bed, even if it's another loft/bunk situation. And Ezra and Ike should be there too, because he might get lonely. On second thought, never mind.
Ike definitely doesn't want his own room anymore, because he knows full well where the party's at and he wants to be where the party's at. The problem is that the "party" is really about 90% Ezra. (They all have a favorite brother, by the way, although none of the favoritism is reciprocal. Ike worships Ezra but Ezra prefers Noah but Noah adores Ike. Basically they're all playing hard-to-get with the wrong sibling, all the time.)
So moving EZRA into his own room probably wouldn't keep Ike from tagging along, and then Noah would be all, "HEY WAIT ME TOO" and then I'll have three kids still crammed into one room, albeit in an even smaller room and on a smaller bed.
Not that having the twin-over-full bunk bed stops stuff like this from happening:
(There were not that many toys in the bed when I tucked them in. There were not that many toys in the entire room.)
But I guess we're just going to stick with this plan for now — bonus points for not having to repaint the nursery or get rid of any nursery-related furniture or accessories and thus I can preserve the room Miss Havisham style for completely not-crazy reasons shut up shut up SHUT UP I CAN'T HEAR THE SOUNDS OF YOUR GROWTH SPURTS LA LA LAAAA — and reassess when someone actually starts complaining.
Oh, and Thanksgiving ended on a pretty good note, too. After three baths to un-greasify, zero naps and way, way too much fun and excitement with best friends and family: