The big brother – little brother effect is in full swing over here. There are many of things I said that I would never do before I had kids. 99% of that went straight out the window the second that they were both born. One of those items on my list of “Oh god please – I will never be one of those moms, dressing my children alike!” I would see pictures of friends and family dressed in matching outfits – no matter the sex of the child. It would make me squirm. Now, here I am buying two of nearly everything, literally.
Great sweater on sale? I buy one for Owen + one for Brody. Why not? If Owen looks adorable in it, he is in luck – he’ll have another one to wear a few years from now too. This has spilled into their toys as well. Double of everything please, or at least extremely similar. They are best of buds, which also comes with a battle territory. Future mommas of siblings – just get two. Save yourself the drama. Yes, I believe in sharing is caring – and teaching them to let things go nicely. But they truly want to match – to be equal in a sense.
I knew this would continue to roll into their rooms. Owen’s bedroom looks much like Brody’s. Until we figure out what direction we are going into with in their rooms – we did not want to spend $$ only to see tears that either brother does not have what the other one does.
Oh brother is right.
Want to see Owen’s room before we got our hands on it?
I could smack whoever painted the trim in the house – and I am not a violent person. But mustard and ketchup is only good on burgers. And this is coming from a girl whose husbands says to her “want some burger with that ketchup” Love it on my meat, not on my trim.
Same technique applied here – carpet removal, stain/odor sealant, fresh paint and decor added –
and here we are ….
Same curtains, same rug, same wall decor – and you know what? They love it just as so.
We need to get a bed frame for this munchkin + some wall decor.
Keepin’ it real with these cubes. I’m telling you – it’s impossiblet to keep them together. Baskets are broken, woven baskets from the living room end up here – I do not care, so long as they clean it up!
Let the boys be boys. ya know?
The curtains make my heart skip a beat. What do you think? Still trying to figure out the end goal here, but it will come! For now, two by two we will go.