I've thought of funny stories along the way to share, but haven't had the time or inclination to type them out. Until today.
You know we bought this new house last year. It's been over a year now in our latest home and we've settled in so happily. We used most of what we already had to decorate and finish it out but have slowly changed things out as time and money have allowed.
Right now we're in the throws of redoing our little Buddy's room. When we moved in, he had a green room and bunkbeds. Well, that's just what he had at the last house, so we figured we could throw him in there swiftly and easily. He wasn't thrilled as his big sister had gotten a redesigned "middle school girl" room and he was entering middle school, waiting for his turn at "the dream bedroom". He'd have to wait, as there were vacations and holidays and sports, oh my. And then.... well... we just forgot. So now, we're moving things out and moving things in. We're painting and building and conspiring. And it's going to be great. Very "big boy". Very "this room will take you into college" - like. Hopefully.
But then, my Mother-in-Law came over recently and made me the loveliest curtains for my formal dining room. Suddenly, those red parsons chairs at the table were craptastic. I needed to replace them. And soon. Along with finding time to paint that table white. (It never ends, right?)
Man, that's crappy lighting.
Yesterday, MIL told me about some chairs on sale at Steinmart, so I headed on over there to check them out of course. The Mister and my little Buddy were in tow. So when we walked in the door and I saw the
pink coral dining chairs sitting inside the front door by the cash register, I stopped in my tracks. CORAL DINING CHAIRS? COULD IT BE? The thoughts started swirling in my head. OH THE BEAUTY. OH THE FUN. I MUST HAVE THESE CHAIRS.
Don't they look darling with my new curtains??
Luckily, as I turned to look at the Mister, he agreed! WHA the WHA?? REALLY?? Then let's go find 4 more, I said, and we took off for the back corner of the store.
Unfortunately, all we found was one more chair. But that would not deter me. No-siree! I grabbed that chair and started heading back to the front. And that's when my son, in all his wisdom turned to his dad and said, "Dad. Why are you letting her carry that pink chair? It makes her look like a feminist. Take the chair and carry it for her!"
Y'all. I AM DOING SOMETHING RIGHT. Because A. I didn't have to carry that pink (okay, coral) chair an inch further. And B. because my son is learning to respect his elders and women. Thank you Jesus.
The coolest kid with the kindest heart. Seen here in Hawaii. ;)