Jo and Me

My little sidekick. While the kids are in school Jovie is my best little buddy. We like to hang out at the gym (she goes to child watch and loves it), we run errands, and we go to the library for story time once a week. I sure love this feisty little thing.

pimp my crib

Sometimes when you are the only kid, or maybe the first kid in a family you sleep in a cozy nursery like this one that you see in a Pottery Barn ad.

But sometimes you are not the only kid, and definitely not the first kid, and your family spends money on braces and flag football registration instead of bedding at Pottery Barn. And if you are, say, the fifth kid, sometimes you don't even have a bedroom. I am a big advocate of stowing your fifth child in a closet. This is Jovies' suite:

Her bedroom is my master closet. It's the best thing ever for our family. Here's why: it's always dark. It's centered in the house away from all the noise and even with my master bedroom door open, she doesn't hear her brothers practicing flag football in the loft. She doesn't hear anything. She sleeps forever in there. 

There is a drawback. I lost my master bathroom which is adjacent to the master closet. Losing this thoroughfare during morning school preparations causes backup of Chris Christie proportions. Haha. I couldn't resist. It just means we are all in the other much smaller bathroom. All four kids and one me trying to make sure the hairs on everyone's head and the teeth in everyone's mouth are being attended to. It's worth that drawback though. I'm so glad master closets are so accommodating here in Arizona.

She likes it in there. She's one. She doesn't care that she sleeps in a closet. She doesn't know what a closet is. 

In other news from this week: the girl who got holes in her ears last week got a big hole in her mouth.