Sunday, January 22, 2017

3 small humans & the beds that Grandad built!

This is the story of 3 little Crossley's and the triple bunkbed extravaganza their Grandad built. Yes, that is a broken arm, injured on the very first day these monkeys climbed on the bed! A baby sister is joining this min-mob which meant bedrooms needed to be re-arranged, and triple bunkbeds built. The parents of this motley crew think this will work, but considering every nap-time and bedtime is a PARTY of unparalleled portions in 2 separate bedrooms...Grammie in her wisdom isn't convinced:)
Before the broken arm there began a project by Grandad, who is quite popular with the ladies of the family for his ability to build whatever they can dream up with the help of Pinterest:)  One set of bunkbeds, and a farmhouse table were previously completed with the help of plans but this project required him to design, measure, and calculate every single step of the bunkbed way!
Michael has a generous size space for his woodworking, made slightly more challenging being located right next door to the home of 3 little blue-eyed blond Tolman girls who live right behind Grammie and Grandad on their property. Madeline can often be found underfoot...but how can you resist that muffin covered smile:)
Michael did endure a few comments from the women on the property... "How in the world is that monstrosity going to fit upstairs and turn the corner to the bedroom where it is going" (not that I ever said such a thing!) To his credit he deflected doubt while forging ahead as a confident man on a mission, with command of a tape measure and no need of help from a wife or daughter...hahha! 
This side of our yard often has paint outlines from furniture projects, I bet that grass hates us..hahha
Once the bunkbeds were complete, they were carefully loaded on our lowboy trailer and we set out for Dallas with a fully packed suburban including the Tolmans, and their new dog Truman. Normally a 5 hour journey, this trip was longer due to the super careful driving of Grandad the builder, notwithstanding Grammie sighing loudly while staring at the speed odometer more than a few times... 
I am happy to report we arrived with our marriage intact:-}

We finally arrived at Aaron & Janene's and immediately the bunkbed pieces were unloaded and assembly began amid the shenanigans of 6 small and curious grand-munchkins. My Papa Geldard who was a carpenter and built Nellie's Cottage would have marveled at the ease of a drill!

The very second the beds were deemed complete, a herd of enthusiastic children claimed straight to the top as we knew they would! The broken arm happened when Savannah, showing off for Annabelle, was hanging on the outside of the top bunk. She then fell to the floor, catching her arm on the middle bunk on the way down. Quite the monkey, she loves to climb, so this wasn't all that much of a surprise! Luckily the break was at the shoulder, so no cast was needed, just a sling for 6 weeks.

In all the ruckus we didn't get pictures of all of the children in the initial bunkbed stampede. 
Here is a visual...chaos at the movie theatre...now imagine this on the bunkbeds! Ruckus!

The ruckus continued through the weekend and as you can see, it's quite impossible to have all 6 children smiling and perfectly happy at once! This was the scene just before leaving for church..hahah

A few days later as we were leaving for home Annabelle agreed to "model" the bunkbeds since the younger children could not be persuaded...thank heavens for 6 year olds! 





A few days later Janene sent me the picture below via text... "Don't tell dad, but I'm not sure why we thought we needed a triple bunkbed!" These babies pile up like puppies:)





And so the story of the 3 little Crossley mini-mob and the triple bunkbed extravaganza ends with this spectacular picture taken and edited by their daddy Aaron with his fancy camera. All smiles and adorable happiness in 3 small humans that call us Grammie and Grandad!




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