The loft

Sorry for the delay - we've been stricken with the winter nasties! In true comic karma form, I teased E about how his colds are always "wwwway worse" than mine on a Sunday and we all fell ill Monday. Needless to say, E bounced back much quicker than I :)




So, as previously mentioned, in order to create some space in our bed-room (where the beds literally went from wall to wall to wall to door) we decided to loft our twin mattress. The room measures too small for any loft beds on the market (pathetically NY, no?) so we had to hunt for a handmade. Thankfully, there are plenty of other New Yorkers in the same, tight spot, producing a business of made to fit beds!

Stephen arrived with a huge toolbox, power tools and lots of wood. He was instantly P's hero. Added to these gifts of fabulousness was Stephen himself. He patiently went through his Entire tool box with Mr. P (despite my attempts to save the guy in case he was on a tight timeline.) Delighted with the show, P camped out on my lap in the doorway for the following two hours as Stephen answered the millions of questions aimed his way. This guy would even remember to warn P each time he planned to turn on the big saw (so P could grasp his sensitive ears). In the end, P traded contact info with him and they made plans to ride the Staten Island Ferry together (Stephen's other day job: Ferry Driver. Power tools AND he drives a boat? True love!) Then P insisted he refill Stephen's water bottle with our new "filtered" water and waved a happy goodbye.

Then we painted. P on the floor, me on the loft. He offered to switch media a few times :) I think his paint job much, much prettier than mine:



Then we had to find lots of fun things to do in the apartment to help the drying period fly by....

And then it was P's turn to fly. Over and over and over.



He loves to be chased off of the ladder by E's crawling hands. Or to "fall off" onto BB. The loft has been a constant distraction during our week of bountiful boogers - free fall being one of P's most favorite things.

But as most rough and tumble things in childhood, its all fun and games until somebody gets their eye poked out... or a bloody nose...



Apparently, Ethan's body has some hard spots even when covered with pillows :) Lesson learned! The child was Fascinated by his injury. Normally, his bonks garner little reaction from him. This one was studied, carefully, in the mirror. Then discussed (along with all relatives E or I know of that have Ever had a bloody nose) for most of the evening. And when any other bloodiness would have long been laid to rest, still P lamented his ill fate. As bedtime neared, I briefly worried the child was in real pain and offered some "purple medicine" if it really, really hurt. "No," he said, "Its just a normal bonk, Mama. I just want to keep talking about it. I had a bloody nose!"