OH RIGHT ROOM PHOTOS.
PREPARE TO LOOK THE HELL OUT OF SOME FURNITURE AND SHIT.
Ezra and Ike's room, before:
Ezra's OWN ROOM, which is HIS and NOBODY ELSE'S, now:
Those curtains were in the family room when we moved in. After I replaced them Ezra claimed them for his own room because they were "fancy." They are also gold damask and the kid literally chose a paint color called "Damask Gold," so I can probably stop writing about him now, because that tells you everything you need to know about who Ezra is as a person.
I upgraded to a standing desk in my office (that I am currently...sitting at, because I am tired) and gave Ezra my old one.
Ezra chose EVERYTHING else -- from the furniture to the bedding, which he (correctly) predicted would coordinate perfectly with the wall color. "This is all very me," he declared.
He also decided he was ready to be a plant father to some bamboo. We're still waiting on his artwork selections to arrive. (Some dodgy and definitely not properly licensed Calvin & Hobbes prints and posters are coming from China. Please don't arrest us, Copyright Police!)
And the playroom-slash-big-room-nobody-wanted-because-they-lacked-VISION, before:
(Again pictured AFTER I made them clean up all the Legos. Before they did that you could only really see the vague SUGGESTION of the carpet.)
And now, it's Ike's Cozy Corner and a much-edited half-playroom:
Ike chose the zoo theme and bedding himself, probably because he really just wanted the lion and tiger stuffed animals and (correctly) deduced that we would buy them if they were part of the aesthetic.
(GUESS WHAT: There's a hamper hidden inside that wardrobe. AND IT WORKS. It actually works. He uses it and brought it downstairs when it was full and making the wardrobe messy. I could honestly cry a little.)
The closet is basically full of Legos. I was super proud of myself for fitting all the Legos in there until this morning, when I found another bin of Legos.
I don't think they need anymore Legos.
Noah is now super jealous of Ike's space and wants a room makeover after all. I told him we'd consider it, but he'd have to go shopping at IKEA with us like his brothers did. "Oh God," he replied, looking stricken. "But that place is terrible."