When we first found out we were having twins, it’s safe to say we panicked slightly. Mark was more excited than panicked (excited because I didn’t have to do the pregnancy thing again. Read: my amazing hormones), but I was definitely overwhelmed. Not at the thought of actually having twins, but at the thought of needing to upsize a few things in our lives.
After a few moments of crying, laughing and swearing in the ultrasound room, I quickly said we’d need a new car and a new house.
We’re definitely getting a new car later this summer because my glorified grocery (aka wagon) getter can’t fit three car seats across and Mark’s Camary that’s as old as I’ve been driving won’t do the trick for the main family car either. Shocking.
It took me about two weeks of sleepless nights until we figured out our house solution.
We’d simply make it work.
Don’t get me wrong, we have a beautiful house that we love, love, love. It’s where Thad was born (and god only knows how many other babies), and it has history. Our house was built in 1895 and was completely restored and lifted about 7 years ago by the previous owner who has a passion for old homes. The downside (as I see it), is that the main floor only has two small – by today’s standards – rooms. But it has an amazing and huge kitchen, character that goes on for generations, and a full basement with kitchenette, full bath and storage. It also acts as our family room, guest room, office and music room. The only bummer about this man-cave is that it’s not connected by an internal staircase.
Isn’t it so cute??
I love this door!!
This chandelier and glass work are a few more of my favorites.
After looking at one open house we said to hell with it and that we’d make it work. Considering how many homes we saw before we jumped on this home I think we both knew that staying put was the best solution for now (and seriously…. nothing compares to the detail in this house).
Right now we have the bigger of the two bedrooms (10’x11′) and we’re squeezing our cal king in it. So we’re going to swap the queen from the basement with our bed and move into Thad’s room (which is considered the master because it has the bath). We’ll then move Thad into our room and eventually the twins will go there as well. I’ve measured it a million times and we should be able to fit three cribs, two bookshelves, the nursing chair and a changing table in it. For the first three or four months I’ll stay downstairs with the twins until we’ve got them on a schedule and they are sleeping through the night. Then we’ll be just like every other family that lived in this house before us and we’ll pile the kids in one room (well, minus that motorcycle gang that supposedly lived here in the 70’s….).
Sounds doable, right?
As much as I sometimes long for a slightly bigger house so we could actually have nightstands in our bedroom (which we will have in our new room, so check that off the list!), there are more plus sides to living in a smaller house. For example:
- There are less places for me to loose the kids. I’m serious. If Thad is off being quiet and getting into something, I can generally find him in a matter of a minute.
- Smaller spaces give us a great excuse to collect less crap. We’re constantly donating stuff and getting rid of things that we no longer use or no longer want. This will help us stay minimal in what we also get for the kids. (NOTE: crap does not include our current collection of bikes or our quiver of boards. These things will never be considered crap by this family.)
- We’ll be a really, really, REALLY close family. And who doesn’t want that with three stinky, sticky and amazing boys?
- We’ll have loads of fun.
- The kids will be better sleepers because there’s no real way around it and I’m not about to tip-toe around the house during nap time.
- Little muchkins really don’t need that much room. They’re tiny and all they want to do is to be with us anyways. Thad pretty much follows me around the house all day long, so there’s no real need for anything bigger now — especially when we all end up in the same room.
And besides, if they want to go crazy and get away from us (or vice versa), there’s always the basement.