boys choir

What started out as a celebration of Enoch's ever-increasing machoness, turned into an all-night concert. Huh? Yesterday morning I went to get Bo-Bene out of his crib, and he was sitting up! So we had to change the mattress height on his crib before we put him to bed; the only problem was that we decided to wait until 10pm (what on earth were our kids still doing up, I have no idea!) to make the switch. Then in addition to the crib lengthening, we also decided to throw the kids into the same room. It had to happen sooner or later, and the idea of having an office/study made us opt for much sooner than later. So we moved around Levi's furniture, put up Enoch's crib, and crossed our fingers. Soon enough we had a 2-part choir, in perfect-pitch, ear-piercing unison. Levi asked for Enoch to go back to his own room, and Enoch asked (with sobs instead of words) for the same. We did manage to calm Levi down with the promise of a cookie in the morning if he stopped piping-in whenever Enoch started to wail. And they both calmed down. All was well (or so we thought).
So being the eager-beavers we are, we started moving all sorts of furniture into our freed up room; the computer, my scrapbooking, the guitars, books, filing, speakers, shelves, school work.... And we couldn't stop there, the closet needed to be reorganized, old artwork admired that we hadn't looked at in years ( do you do that, get side-tracked down memory lane when your cleaning?), and photo albums sorted. Not to mention the warm-hearted "debates" of where to put things that spouses normally have between one another whenever there is a room that needs organizing. We stayed up till 2 enjoying our newly acquired room, but no sooner than our eyes had shut and our zzzs started accumulating, we were awoken by screams that did not stop for a couple of hours. Nothing we did could convince them that this is not only what we wanted, but what they wanted as well. I hope last night is not a sign of things to come! I sure don't want to give them my new room back. It's my precioussssssss.
PS. Mom- go ahead and mark up all the grammer problems, I'm sure you've got the itch.