Rooms of their own

When we started this little remodeling project six weeks ago, we began with a three-season sun porch with a ridiculously slanted floor and no insulation accessed through a sliding patio door in Jack's bedroom and a glass door leading out to the deck.

I would normally impress you with a photo in this spot, but I am supremely stupid and didn't take one. In my defense, I didn't take one because that room was such a pit, full of toys and tools and lawn chairs and holiday decorations, that I wouldn't have wanted anyone to see it anyway.

But I did manage to get some shots of the actual demo and reconstruction.

Behold, the demo. One morning the workers showed up and when I went outside the back door a few hours later, I could see the roof. Bye bye slanty floor.


Hope no one steps out into the old room by accident.

Then a few days later, it was all spanking brand-new 2x4s filled with foam insulation. I thought it looked like marshmallow cream. I did not eat it.


I resisted poking it like the Pilsbury Dough Boy.

And then we sat idle for two weeks while we waited for the stupid HVAC guy to show up. Finally, he did and we spent a few days painting and the carpet came like a day later and voila -- it was done!


View from the new doorway.

View of the new doorway.

And ta-da -- a new room for Miss Emmie! She loves it and never blinked an eye when we moved her. One day she was in her old room, the next she found all of her stuff in a new place. Now we can get her to do anything by asking, "Do you want to go play in your new room?"


I want to sleep in here, the colors are so soothing.

We switched Jack into Emmie's old room because it ended up making the most sense. It doesn't share a doorway with any other room and it's about as far away as we can split him and Emmie. Since we moved him further away from her, she's started sleeping later in the mornings. Coincidence? I think not.

He also loves his new (well, really old, because it was his room up until Emmie came along) room and was super excited when we did the big reveal. His new room came with the addition of a new dresser, which also made things more exciting because he has new places for all his clothes. New, new, new!


Small, but cozy.

And finally, we have WeeBey's room. The new baby gets the big room by default -- we figured it wouldn't sleep in there for at least two months anyway, and once it did sleep in it's own room, we didn't want to drag a crying baby back and forth through a sleeping sibling's room in the wee hours of the night. The room is blue, and for now, it's staying blue. Not because we think it's a boy, but because we are too lazy to repaint it. So for now, blue room. The bedding I picked out doesn't look horrid in that setting and really, we can just tell everyone we are battling the gender stereotypes early on.


Organic! And neutral!


I can't believe the littlest kid is getting the biggest room. Thankfully they're too little to know about fairness yet.