You may already know this about me, but sometimes I feel impossible.
Not only that, I worry that “we” are impossible. Cassidy? Our family? The entire operation of the world? Yet for many glorious days, we run like a well-oiled machine. Every now and then a wheel gets loose and puts everything else slightly off-balance, but we still chug along somehow. We’re chugging along at the worst of times. We’re full speed smooth ahead at the best of times.
There are a lot of possible things to be. To do. To see.
Lately we’ve been upgrading bits and pieces of our lives that I feel had reached critical mass. Scarlet and Des had the bare minimums of carseats until I won a fancy new one on a blog giveaway. Scarlet went through a growth spurt and all of her pants were showing some ankle. So off to Target we went, after a paycheck from a photo shoot, and I bought her longer pants and warmer socks. Des ran through all of his pants during his knee scooting phase, so longer, newer pants went on his Christmas list.
Lately I/we’ve started to feel more possible.
The reasons are internal and include being more connected and cooperative. They are also external. We came into a bit more money due to hard work and the generosity of deceased relatives and beneficiaries. All of that is neither here nor there.
We had to find ways to feel and become possible. Fast. What needed a makeover first? Was it the fact that Scarlet had no bed?
Uncomfortable toddler mattress on the floor. But..Hi, WeMontage!!
Or was it the fact that we’ve never been on a family vacation as a family of four?
What I’ll never forget about this week between Christmas and New Year’s, is that this is the year we surprised her twice..
It started with Christmas.
I waited patiently behind and leaning around the (turned off) fireplace.
Cassidy read her Santa’s note.
Realization dawned slowly but surely.
And that’s right. We’re going to Disney World! (soon!)
You too, baby.
She was also ridiculously excited for her Frozen Ice Palace from my parents.
This is what I call a well-oiled machine.
I call this his “ush face.” He makes it when he’s sleeping or looking down. Totally ushy, gushy, mushy, right? Cheek-pinching.
The Christmas sunset seemed to smile upon us.
Which brings us back home and to our next order of business. The bed problem.
I had been haunted by her bed situation for over a year. She was never one of those toddlers looking to escape their crib. Rather and quite like Des, certain mobility endeavors just never occurred to her naturally. It was at her THIRD birthday party when she saw a friend jump out of her crib that she did the same and hurt her wrist pretty badly. Her crib turned into a pretty cute little bed and in that she stayed, until Des was about six-months-old and had NO business still being in a bassinet. He was about ready to flip right out of there. Her bed was turned back into a crib for him.
We had a hand-me-down toddler bed in the basement, but it was missing a crucial piece. So we used just the mattress as a bed.
I remember coming home to see the change and I hadn’t realized how small this mattress was compared to what she was used to sleeping on. And like with most things, she just adjusted. That’s what she does. She adjusts easily. (she doesn’t get that from me) And I’ve been haunted ever since by that image of her coming home and seeing her dinky little mattress on the floor and just rolling with it and playing with some dolls. She wasn’t upset, but she wasn’t thrilled. Still, it stayed this way for too long.
Until a few days ago when we realized we could do this. We discussed that we could do this. We did this.
I dropped her at a friend’s house for a few hours (thank YOU!) after Cassidy snuck in merchandise from an IKEA trip. And then he set to work while I ran to Target with Des to get her some Sofia the First sheets and a little Princess Belle doll for her pillow.
We wanted the tent in blue but they stopped making it. Really? This green is such a big seller over starry night blue?
When everything was done(ish) I went to pick her up and Cassidy got ready. I had to race into the house and get into her room before her, which was challenging at best, but I wanted to stand in the far corner and take (blurry) photos of the moment.
“When you or Dada ask me to go to bed, I’m going to listen the first time because I WANT to go to bed. I love bed.”
Gratitude at its finest:
This was the only place to put the bed, so we will put our WeMontage in another, more central room in the house.
Scarlet and Cassidy liked putting a TARDIS blanket over the green tent.
We’re still working on the fort below. We’ll be adding curtains. For now, that castle door unlocks to be a mirror!
The star lights (barely seen here) are a favorite too.
I hope you’ve been thoroughly heart-warmed today. Once my parents surprised us with a fluffy white puppy when I was nine-years-old, but that’s a fantastic story for another fantastic day. It’s probably obvious to you by now that there will be a pet surprise in our future. We don’t know when. We just know it’s in the works. Stay tuned.
Surprises. Worth EVERY penny, and beyond.