No more putty

I don't think I've mentioned here on the blog that, while we love our new house, we've been less than enthused with the previous owners' paint color choices. I'm sure they were going for maximum appeal, but it's all-together too tasteful for us (well, for ME — Jerry, to his credit, seems to care less than me about these things).

There's a lot of beige. In fact, I found leftover paint in the closet and the exact shade is called "bonafide beige." It might as well be called "bland" or "vanilla" or "sweater-set-and-pearls." So the worst part was the colors in the boys' rooms. Putty. Dirt. Not pretty red Utah dirt, but cracked mud dirt.

Not conducive to young imaginative minds. So, long story short, we managed to paint BOTH the boys' rooms this weekend. And by we I mean Jerry and some friends of ours, although I can take credit for prep work and cleanup afterward. So now the baby's room is Serengeti Green and Wilder's is Tropical Pool. I should have pictures to accompany this post but I'll add those later. They look AWESOME and I love love love them.

Little paint-related story here. By the time I went to bed last night and peeped in on my sleeping Wilder, the paint fumes were still quite strong in his room. I'm certainly fueled by raging and irrational pregnancy hormones, but at worst I feared brain lesions and at best a horrible headache when he woke up. So I had Jerry put him in bed with me. When Jer came to bed a couple hours later, he woke up and threw a fit. This kid HATES to sleep anywhere but his own bed. We tried to calm him down, but at some point I checked his room and found the fumes to have cleared quite a bit in the meantime. So we took him back to his own bed, layed him down and I sat down to give him a hug and kiss and make sure he was content. He literally pushed me off his bed, muttering "out" and put his head back on the pillow.

I could take offense, but something about it made me proud. Kid knows what he wants, and he wants a good night's sleep uninterrupted by motherly love.