There was just so much to celebrate this weekend, what with Earth Day to inspire us to crafts with clementines, Shakespeare's birthday to lull us with sonnets, and Easter to jack us up on chocolate.
Max woke up on Saturday and went straight to work on more watercolors. It has been really nice having a dedicated "art room" that is always ready for action. I had imagined such a thing for a long time, but we are only finally realizing some of my plans for our use of space. The Lego Room continues to evolve, and I need to make a post just for that room soon. But funny enough, they haven't been playing with Legos nearly as much in recent weeks as they usually do. Perhaps moving them into this space has just confused them.
Anyway. The Art Room. In use.
Thank you, Grandma, for these fabulous watercolors. They even inspired us to move beyond paper and into the realm of 3D. Otto had the idea to paint Easter Eggs with them.
They turned out beautifully, although you can't have wet hands if you touch them, or all the hard work is lost. It makes it a bit tricky to eat them, as well, because even peeling them makes a bit of a mess onto the egg inside. But they looked really pretty, and we all considered it a complete success.
Saturday was a really big day. Not only was the excitement was mounting for Easter, but we also had a furniture delivery scheduled. After a year of having the attic at its near finished state, we are finally furnishing it. It's pretty thrilling, I'm not gonna lie to you.
But we were also a bit nervous, not sure how everything was going to go with the boys' bedroom. The boys had picked out the bed, and we even ran out on Saturday morning to get all the bedding they had also picked out (thanks, mom, for the suggestion that it would make sleeping in the room all the more appealing when it was fully outfitted—you were absolutely right).
We have kept a family bed for the last nine years, and when we were planning the room, it was clear that although both boys were excited to have their on space, they didn't fully intend to sleep there on their own. Otto gave me a "What'choo talkin' 'bout?" look when I said something about them sleeping in that room and Mama and Papa sleeping in the other room. I was wondering if they wouldn't want to sleep in there at all, that it would just be a great playroom.
But they were so excited about the bed, the bedding, the glow in the dark stars and planets we hung from the ceiling that there was no way there were NOT going to sleep in there. They both wanted to share the top bunk, and they wanted Mama and Papa to sleep on the full bed below. What could be clearer?
Oh, and the season's first picnic lunch on the porch (or, the "terrace," as Max has begun to call it). We are all looking forward to more sunny days like this. But for now, we've got another week of anticipated rain ahead. Ah, spring in Chicago, shall I compare thee to a summer's day?