Want a funny story, though? The shutters and front door of our house are in fine shape, but I think they look tired and old. I've been dreaming of painting them since the day we made an offer on the house. I finally made my color decision and was so pumped about getting it done. I went to Sherwin Williams after I dropped Eleanor at school yesterday and told the guy what I wanted. Black shutters and the most perfect blue color that I spent a month searching for for the door. Then he rained on my shutter painting parade. Did you know that you can't paint plastic or vinyl shutters black? Well, you can do whatever you want, but you should know that if the shutters started out as a light color (ours were originally white), that the material is not made to withstand the heat that they will soak up if you paint them black. The sun will heat them up and make them warp & crack. Big fat bummer. (Side note: If you buy black shutters, they were made specifically to withstand the sun's heat and you'll be fine.) I contemplated swapping the colors, painting the door black and the shutters blue, but finally decided that I may not love that. I should have just left and come back when I had a different plan, but instead I decided that a gray would work. I picked a gray that is actually the color of our laundry room and so I just knew I'd like it. Y'all, I came home and scrubbed each and every one of the 14 shutters with TSP to clean them well and prep them for painting. Then I pried that can open and with one swipe I knew. It was the SAME COLOR. I picked the exact same color that they already are. You couldn't even tell where I had painted. It turns out that the color I love in the dark laundry room, I do not love on the very sunny front of our house. So I pouted a while.
Me: The paint I bought for the shutters is the exact color that's already on there.
Drew: That's good right? That means you like it?
Me: No. It means I still hate it.
Me: I'm gonna pout about it a while.
I thought that a $30 gallon of paint would update the house exterior and that someday, when we can afford to, we could replace them with the cedar shutters that we'd love to have. All things considered, I've decided to just leave them be. I'll paint the front door the color I originally wanted to and just leave the shutters. At least they are clean now.
I present you, the same old boring shutters. Can you tell the tiny part I painted? Neither can I.
We've been to Lowe's approximately 127 times in the last two weeks. (I'm not even sure if I'm exaggerating there. We have been SO MANY TIMES.) Eleanor loves it because they have car carts she can drive. Last week when we went, they had the Halloween decorations out. Eleanor loves the scary monsters. You know, the big blow up characters for your front yard? She loves them. You can tell she's slightly scared of them, but she really wants to keep looking at them. I dare you to keep pushing the cart through the store so that she does not have line of sight to the scary monsters. I dare you. She will repeat, "Monsters? Scary? Look at them? Please?!" Over and over and over and over. She will not stop. And she's not quiet. It doesn't matter how many times you promise that she can look at them again before you leave. She will keep asking. So we went and looked at them again. We got close enough that she could touch one of them. She talked to them and even scolded the scary monsters by saying, "Be nice, monsters!" Then we had to check out. And she lost it. LOST HER COOL. When the lady in the line next to us realized what she was upset about, she could not stop laughing. Poor Eleanor. Toddler life is hard
Teacher [politely, but seriously]: Does she talk this much at home?
Me: ALL THE TIME.
Monday during nap time, when she wouldn't so much as lay down, not to mention be quiet. (as told to me by the teacher at pick up):
Teacher: Eleanor, do you ever stop talking?
Eleanor: Nope. (and continued on with what she was saying)
However, this was her daily report on Monday, so maybe she is listening a bit better when necessary.
As for nap time at school, she just doesn't need a nap at noon. She nap at home at noon. She naps closer to 2 or 230 and sleeps 2-3 hours. So coming home after school and having a nap is much better for her (and for me) than a non nap or short nap at school. I've told them this from the beginning and was told there would be a no-napping room put together after a couple of weeks when the no-nappers were identified and routines settled in. Now we're a month in and there's still not a no-napping class. I don't want her to be a disturbance to the kids that need to nap, but, if I'm honest, I don't want her to be scolded for two hours to be quiet and lay still when her little body is simply not ready to do so. By the time she unsuccessfully naps at school for 2 hours and then comes home and takes the nap she actually needs, she's spent half her day trying to lay still. I've continually mentioned it to the teachers and they are obviously hoping for a non-napping class as well. Tomorrow I am going to try to catch the director and see where that stands. I'm praying about it because I don't want to come across like I'm complaining, but it is most definitely a concern. I'd love if you'd pray with me.
Also, my house is a disaster zone. It used to look like a magazine cover, then... toys, toys, everywhere.
My favorite thing I've done so far this week is complete Eleanor's room. I'm so happy that she has her room put back together and I think that she is, too. We spent all evening playing in there as she discovered toys that she hasn't seen in a month or more. We rocked and read books. We worked on organizing her closet and trying on every pair of shoes she has. I'm just so happy to have that room together and I'm excited to show you the before and after photos!
The MLS photo of Eleanor's room and exactly what it looked like when we moved in. One reason we looked at this house online for months before actually deciding to come look in person was the dated fixtures and ALL THE HONEY OAK. It's everywhere. The plantation shutters are beautiful, but all my eyes could see was the honey oak.