So…….we are five months into this journey as parents and I have big thoughts and feelings about the process so far. It’s been an overwhelming time of deep joy and surprising sadness as well. But I’m also realizing it’s hard to organize all of those thoughts on three hours of sleep! For the sake of keeping people a little updated on our lives, we’ll focus on the restoration of the little man’s room as opposed to the unfinished essays floating in my brain on becoming a mother 😉

In case you aren’t aware of the “unfortunate incident of the molded room” you can catch up on your reading from the past post here. Let’s just say Theo’s living conditions would have been less than ideal, but with the help of our family in the weeks after his arrival, Theo has a new room! And it’s a beaut!

original bunk room of the house. 7 Lester boys slept here.

and Theo’s room after

We have turned the old “bunk room” into two seperate rooms that will eventually have sliding barn doors to section off Theo’s room from the from living room/play room. New bamboo floors in front, carpet in back optimal for baby rolling and exploring. New doors on all closets, new trim, new paint, new windows… All things new.

This room has become a place of rest (maybe just for us, Theo is still learning the concept) and lots of laughter. Easily our favorite place in the house. But every once in a while I get visions of the old room. Not the mold filled, rotted floor, peeling paint room, but the room I remember growing up. The games in the closet where Theo’s clothes now hang. The table where I remember Grandpa telling me he didn’t like spinach, the chair he sat in and played goofy hiding games with my toys. The recliner where Granny spent so many of her last year’s reading, watching TV, telling stories. It was the room we all lived in. Every uncle, every aunt, every cousin has a memory of this room. The life of our family is in these walls and I’m forever grateful that new paint and floors cannot cover over those memories.