The Expert took the kids away for the morning and I was to paint James' bedroom.
Well, I finished that. (But not before finding a pair of little baby socks under the dresser. That, coupled with hauling his toddler bed downstairs, caused a little waterworks.)
So I finished painting. And I was waiting around. The Expert was going to put the bed together in the afternoon, but I was impatient.
I wandered into the garage and looked at the giant boxes. Slowly, I unpacked the bed, hauled mattress and boxsprings upstairs. It was a sight - me dragging all that stuff upstairs by myself. I hauled the toddler bed, the train table, and junk downstairs.
Finally. I was so happy to have his big boy room complete.
And after cupcakes and "happy birthday" song, the little guy was happy too.
He said, "Oh cool! I love my big bed!"
(Stella ran to her room to see her "big girl bed." :( I told her, she'll have hers for her birthday. Still, that broke my heart.)
Happy Birthday, buddy. I love you.