I really don't know what has gotten into me, but the act of buying my girls a new dresser has made me all misty eyed! They share a room because they're twins and because we don't have a lot of room, and it works out quite well. They've always been together, 24-7, and there's never really been any issues or problems with them sharing their space. They share a closet, which works out well because the closet has two bars, which is enough space to store t-shirts and dresses. Their dresser looked liked this:
It's an old dresser that I believe was my brother's that somehow I got, and whilst I was pregnant I painted it red to go with the girls' Curious George themed baby room. (They had yellow walls and red furniture when they were babies.)
Well on Monday when I was putting away their laundry I was getting so frustrated because I couldn't SHOVE it all into their drawers. As you can see in the pic above, I piled clothes on top of the dresser that wouldn't fit inside. It's not that they have too many clothes, it's that their clothes are too large! Their little jeans aren't that little anymore, and their PJ's are bigger and longer. I declared that it was finally time for a new dresser! I should have declared this about two years ago but I kept putting it off. I'm not sure why, really, because when the girls got out of cribs and went into toddler beds I wasn't sad at all, I was quite happy because the toddler beds were cool. Then when they went from toddler beds to their bunk beds that was a quick thing too - but for some reason, this whole going from a little dresser to a big-girl dresser thing is affecting me. My babies are growing up too fast!
Check out the monster of a dresser that we got for them! We decided to go with functionality rather than cuteness and this one for sure is functional - it's huge! But it fits well into their bedroom. It's from IKEA, of course.
Sniff, sniff. Kinda sad. All grown-up and stuff.