Bunk Beds Baby!

Well, it's official! Willa is in a big, girl bed!

Now, we just need to buy her a mattress! 

Clapping, clapping, clapping.

That is a geesh expression if ever I saw it.

For some of you out there that aren't familiar with this term. 

Geesh=joy, contentment, explosion of love, exultation contained in a look.

Geesh.

Thank you, Craigslist that I got it for a song, my sister for use of her garage and touch up painting herself the other day, my arms and wrist from sanding with a palm sander for hours, to my one, armed mom for standing bent over next to me Kilzing the poo out of it, to Miss Peach for delivering it to me in her truck and to David for putting it together.

It takes a village to get two, wincy girls into a bunk bed that Andre' the Giant 

(God rest his soul) could have comfortably slept in and not broke. 

This thing bees (how Willa uses 'be') heavy friends.