Big Changes

The boys got a bunk bed a couple of weeks ago. (I haven't yet taken a picture, but I promise to post one very soon.) What a hit! Carson had been a little upset about giving up his bedroom, but now he won't sleep anywhere else. Spencer has the top, of course, and loves it. They enjoy their bed as much during the day as at night. It becomes a ship, an airplane, etc. I made Carson a Batman quilt, which made it even more fun. The night before the bed was delivered, the boys had a sleepover at Grandma's house. So I spent all the next day tearing into closets and cupboards, reorganizing things, particularly toys and kid stuff. I was amazed at how productive I can be without constant interruptions!

Spencer started piano lessons recently. At first he was against the idea. He didn't want to go to his first lesson and complained all the way there. But ever since then, he's enjoyed it more and more. Today he kept asking "how much longer" until his lesson time! I realize the excitement will probably fade, but I'm so happy that he's having fun. I told him he can quit taking lessons when he gets better at it than I am!

The boys have so much fun together. Today (the 20th--I'm doing this in a couple of installments) we woke up to several inches of new snow. They went out and played for a good hour and had a marvelous time. They said they played "The Adventures of Fat Men," which means they had so much clothing on, they could hardly move. They pretended to be hiking through the wilderness, and evidently having a difficult time because of their bulk! Then they played an old favorite, "Bones and John." Spencer is Bones, the dog, and Carson is John, his owner. John is also sometimes a firefighter. Bones had a wild good time romping in the snow, just like Dakota did earlier today. Now they will both be exhausted just in time for church!

As for the pets, they are mostly the same, except Slippy has become more actively aggressive toward the dog. If Dakota invades her "safe zone," Slippy no longer remains in place. Now she jumps off the bed, hissing, spitting, and growling and chases my 84-pound dog back out to the kitchen. Dakota just puts her head down and looks hurt. She just can't understand why that kitty is so hateful--she only wants to play!