Well hello there! Let me tell you guys a little story about what I like to affectionately call – the worst month ever. February is always one of my favorite months! Spring is coming, my birthday falls in February, sunshine tends to return to Seattle, and there is lots of love and celebration all month long. But not this year! This year brought germs and sickness and so much stress and worry, and I cannot wait to welcome March with open arms.
Let’s back up to February 3rd, when this little saga begins. I’ve been thinking a lot about all of the plans we have for this spring, and instead of scrambling at the last minute like I always do, I was trying to be on the ball and actually schedule and plan things out ahead of time for once. And so on February 3rd, a Saturday, we planned to finally move the boys back into a shared room and back into their bunk beds! I wanted to do this early so that we had plenty of time to get their new room set up, as well as set up the nursery for the baby.
They had been asking to move back into their bunk beds since the fall, basically since they found out a new baby was coming. And I kept saying that there was no rush just yet, and that I wanted to wait until the majority of winter had passed, to avoid having them share a room in case anyone got sick with all the yucky seasonal bugs. Oh the irony! Not one person in this family had as much as a sniffle from last September to this February. Truly, the healthiest winter we’ve ever had. Can’t complain about that.
And on a rainy Saturday in early February – the 3rd! – we spent the day moving beds and bunks and furniture all around. The boys could not have been more excited about their new setup. And I am not joking when I tell you that exactly one hour after I snapped this photo, Graham started complaining of a headache and sore throat, and spiked a fever.