The big girl bed was delivered today.
Between us, the husbeast and I had gotten the bedding (I really wish I'd been there to see him buy a pink and lavender comforter, covered in hearts, flowers, and butterflies). She's in there now, asleep. I keep remembering when we switched her from her crib to her mini bed, and how I didn't get a full night's sleep for two months, and I hope this goes more smoothly.
We didn't get anything more than a bed frame, because we hope to get her a bedroom suite once we buy a house and we have some idea how big her new bed room will be, and other useful stuff. Plus we don't want to move any more than we have to. Plus, if we stall another year or so, we can get her a loft bed with a desk underneath to give her some space in her room.
In other Goob News, well, she's being raised by smartasses. Which means she's got a lovely repertoire of go-to phrases, when she wants to get sarcastic, herself. Today, that got her sent to her room. She was highly irritated by it, and at one point shouted "CURSE YOU, MOM AND DAD!"
Then she got REALLY enraged when she heard us laughing our heads off.
I did some spinning the other day, and hope to finish up the orange-to-pink color blending experiment by this weekend, so I can start on the steampunk yarn once the watch parts get here. I'm also putting together a swap package for a friend in the UK. So things are gradually improving. I think I may be able to breathe soon. That would be nice.