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    • Long and Personal

      Posted at 9:09 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on March 31, 2020

      *sigh*

      I think you know what I’m saying, right?  *BIG SIGH*  This month hasn’t been so much a roller coaster of emotions as I’ve often attributed to the restoration of Sligo.  This month has been more than that.  It has been a monsoon of emotions…maybe a tsunami?  This month has been a very large and destructive force of nature of emotions  which I’m sure many of us are feeling right now.

      Where were you March 1st?  A mere month ago?  Personally, I was in Chicago with my mom and one of my sisters.  We had gone to see Yo-Yo Ma perform at the Chicago Symphony and it came as a much needed break after Marcus had been on travel for two weeks.  On March 1st, I was still planning on flying to Italy with our two girls for spring break in the next few weeks.  Marcus would already be there for work and we were going to meet him and have a family adventure.  It was during this trip to Chicago that I began to realize our world was about to change.

      One by one, travel, school, after-school activities, and work were canceled but still I didn’t worry too much.  I only began to slightly panic when Marcus questioned why I hadn’t done a big grocery run.  I mean, if Marcus is slightly panicking then I need to be as well.  So, I soon found myself shopping two times that week.  The first time it wasn’t so bad and there was hardly anyone at the store.  The second time, 24 hours later, I went back to the grocery store to pick-up a few things I had forgotten and was soon swept-up into everyone’s panic, purchasing another basket full of groceries.  So, in case you weren’t sure, herd mentality is real.

      Our girls have taken all of the changes in stride and honestly, they’re so much like their dad, that whatever feelings they are experiencing over this entire event are being tamped down.  Marcus and I are doing our best to maintain a sense of a schedule and normalcy.  We have split up the day with me “teaching” reading and writing and Marcus taking on science and math.  We have also started basic home education lessons such as sorting laundry, cleaning, and baking.  The oldest learned how to heat-up a corn dog in the microwave and that’s what she and her little sister lived on one day recently.  While I personally can’t stand corn dogs and their lack of nutritional value I can totally get behind the self sufficiency.  I’m not saying that it hasn’t taken my entire supply of wine to work through the emotions of being home with the girls all day every day but we’re managing.

      Also, during this month, my father-in-law passed away after a two year battle with small cell lung cancer.  He left us just a week ago, in a time of such turmoil and uncertainty.  I know we all would have been worried about his getting sick with the coronavirus.  We had already started distancing ourselves from him and my mother-in-law and for the last two weeks of his life we saw either of them only from a distance.

      Ron was one of the best people I will ever know and the following is just a glimpse of that:  He championed his sons but frequently sided with us wives; he would terrify yet amuse me when the girls were toddlers by giving them giant Altoids to suck on but I didn’t have the heart to ask him to stop so I would shadow the girls until I knew they were finished; and, as any good grandpa does, he harassed the girls with his “Tickle Monster” and would sing songs at bedtime; he had the biggest laugh and sense of humor; he shared my passion for sweets; we were never sure if the stories he told were true though we think they were at least mostly true; at our very first meeting I remember being embraced in his big, bear hug; and on the day he married Marcus and I he grabbed my face and planted a kiss right on my lips proclaiming “This will be the only time I can do this!”

      When Marcus purchased Sligo, Ron was, as all of us were, skeptical to say the least.  However, as time went on and progress was made on both Sligo and the Cottage, Ron began to share in the vision and took delight in visiting to see the changes.  On Ron’s last day one of the things he said to me as we were saying our goodbyes was how happy he was to see us “snugged up” in Sligo.  He was also an avid reader of this blog and encouraged me to keep writing and I’m sorry I didn’t write anything new for him to read in the last few weeks.  I’m going to miss him terribly, especially once social distancing has come to an end and we can visit with Marcus’s mom.  I think that will be when we really feel his absence.

      Finally, the end of the month has brought my birthday.  It’s not a “big one” but it’s getting closer and closer to one and I don’t know if I have it in me to accept that.  Despite having to maintain social distancing I still had a nice day filled with mimosas and wine and food and honestly, that was pretty close to perfect.  It’s a time for growth mentally and possibly physically (“COVID-19” instead of the “Freshmen 15” amiright?!) as we all learn to navigate this new world.

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    • Ol’ Gus

      Posted at 10:13 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on February 27, 2020

      I’m frequently inspired to write about the galoots in my life.  While Marcus tends to be my muse most of the time, occasionally I find inspiration elsewhere.  Today, that inspiration is drawn from ol’ Gus the dog.

      Gus is the peeping hound dog that lives at the Cottage with his people:  My brother-in-law and his wife and son.  Gus is a fan of sun bathing, barking at seemingly nothing, sniffing the entire acre and a half, and peeping through our kitchen windows at dinner time (I think he likes to pretend he’s living his old, orphan life to remind himself how good he has it now).  He also will romp for about 10 seconds with Axel and then he’s good for the rest of the day.

      Another favorite past time ol’ Gus has is escaping through the front gate every chance he gets.  He has an uncanny ability to be across the yard and know that the gate has been opened.  While our ultimate goal is for the gate to be mechanized it isn’t as of yet and that has proven to be a challenge for keeping Gus contained.  Frequently what happens is, a person unfamiliar with Gus will drive through the gate and fail to close it behind them.  Also, because we like to channel the Clampetts, the gate has to be bungeed closed so that the wind does not blow it open and this is often forgotten which results in an escape.

      If you are not familiar with our area we live off of a fairly busy, four lane road.  We chose to fence-in the entire acre and half in order to be able to enjoy it completely and feel that our children and animals are protected.  It turns out, though, that it isn’t our own children or animal that needs protecting because they are trained to stay within their boundaries.  Gus, on the other hand, is just an old boy who was rescued not even knowing how to eat out of a bowl let alone know what a boundary is.

      Somehow, he has managed to walk out of the gate and make it across all four lanes of traffic; he’s walked about a mile away to the Bowman Center; I found him one time leading the way for a gentleman through the neighborhood across the street; he’s been found hanging out at Dixon Park; plus, he’s received at least one or two rides home with kind strangers.  It helps that he is a slow mover so I suppose the few times he has crossed in front of traffic it’s like having to stop for a family of geese crossing which gives motorists time to react.

      This is all to say that we are working on a solution for containing Gus.  Until then, keep an eye out for a old, plodding hound dog on Dixon.

      Gus

      Gus, the escape artist

      Posted in Animals, Grounds, Life | 0 Comments
    • Silver Linings

      Posted at 9:53 am by Lauren Tepaske, on February 23, 2020

      The other night I had a dream that left was right and right was left.  The next day I got in the car and turned on Waze and as Cookie Monster told me to “turn left” I, for a split second, wasn’t sure which direction that was.  I think my sister-in-law was correct when she surmised that it was a metaphor for my life right now.  I am feeling very frazzled and very much not myself but it will fade; it isn’t an altogether alien feeling as it happens every time we move.

      The house is slowly coming together but it’s taking time to get through 12 crates worth of household goods.  How is it possible that a family of four accumulated so much crap that it took 12 crates to store it all?  I’ve been going room by room and donating, consigning, recycling, throwing away, or putting aside for a future yard sale.  All of this has to be done while the girls are in school because A. They would want to reclaim the things I’m trying to get rid of and B. They would stress me out with their mere presence and having to parent.

      As I go through our boxes I realize the biggest hoarder is Marcus which is funny because he’s always giving me flack for buying “stuff.”  The difference is, I consign or donate the things I no longer want whereas he keeps EV-ERY-THING and just stashes it.  I’m talking things from high school and college.  I asked him to go through his stuff and set aside whatever he might not want anymore and he gave me three items.  So, he has two giant boxes of clothes and another, slim box stashed under the bed to my one box of clothes in need of a dresser.  This doesn’t even touch on the random cords, CDs, and documents that accounted for the last few boxes I opened.

      With all that said, there have been a few silver linings within the last few weeks, my favorite being Mr. White (hi, Mr. White!).  Mr. White is the grandson of Tonstal and Annie Scott who worked for the Shannon family at Sligo.  He was the first person who contacted me when I asked the Shannon Airport to please pass on my information and who gave me Mrs. Scott-Johnson’s (his cousin) information.  Anyway, long story short, Mr. White contacted me about a week after we moved in because he had read my previous blog lamenting our lack of mirrors.  He had two, door length mirrors in his basement that were never used and he wanted to give them to us because “A woman needs a mirror!”  Mr. White, I hope you’re reading this because your kindness filled my heart with such joy and I’m once again astounded at how this crazy thing called the Internet has put me in touch with some of the nicest, most genuine people.  Along with the mirrors, Mr. White also gave me a picture of his grandfather that I plan to frame and put in a bookcase along with my other Sligo memorabilia.

      Tonstal Scott - 1950s

      Mr. Tonstal Scott, circa 1950s.

       

       

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    • The Big Move

      Posted at 9:39 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on February 13, 2020

      We are finally living at Sligo.  It’s hard to believe that approximately 18 months ago we walked through a house that was absolutely unlivable.  I, and my girls, had a hard time seeing what Marcus saw in the house.  All we could see were the vines growing through the broken windows, the graffiti, and the piles of things left behind.  But, it turns out, after 18 months of not having a home of our own the change was easier than we expected.

      Both of the girls have been enjoying having their own room.  I already knew this about the two of them but, it turns out the oldest is a bit of a slob and the youngest is neat and particular about her things.  It’s almost as if they’re miniature versions of Marcus and me.  Almost.

      Axel is feeling a bit neglected because I have been so focused on unpacking the house that we haven’t been for a run together.  With that said, he has one and a half acres to romp on and an old hound dog buddy to keep him company so he isn’t too bad off.  Lasagna the kitty seems to be doing well and I’m secretly hoping that she may lose a little weight going up and down the stairs.  You can frequently find her sitting next to the girls at the kitchen table, sleeping in random comfy spots around the house, or bird watching.  She even seems to have accepted Axel as her frenemy and while she still lets him know who’s boss she doesn’t run away as frequently.

      Marcus is stressed only because I have a “Honey-do” list and he’s set to go on travel for two weeks soon.  I don’t think it’s asking too much that he hang curtains before he leaves so that we have a little more privacy.  With that said, I’m trying to really prepare him for the cost of curtains for roughly 9 foot high windows.  That will probably be what causes him to really regret this whole adventure; the cost of curtains.

      My stress levels are slowly dwindling as the house becomes unpacked.  This hasn’t been without it’s share of mishaps such as leaving my purse and purchases at random places and doing laundry with fabric softener (which I thought was detergent) for the past two weeks.  Today, I had some errands to run and decided to pretend like I cared about my appearance and did my makeup using a little handheld mirror (because we don’t have mirrors yet and I think we’ll definitely have curtains before we have mirrors).  After speaking with our general contractor I got in the car and took a look in the rear view mirror.  Much to my dismay I realized I had applied my lipstick like a five-year old and looked an absolute fright.  So, lessons learned here are check for my belongings before leaving, check the labels on laundry detergent, and care less about what I look like when I run errands because at this moment there’s either just rolled out of bed chic or crazy spinster/cat lady chic and there doesn’t seem to be anywhere in between.

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    • Happy New Year, 2020!

      Posted at 9:44 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on January 1, 2020

      Yes, I owe a second part to the story of the Civil War at Sligo.  The folder with the information has been sitting next to the bed for the past month and all I’ve done with it is move it to various other places next to the bed.  First, though, I wanted to say a little something about 2019 and the hopes for 2020.

      This past year has been one big stress ball for us.  I have no qualms with sharing any of this because for me, writing about it is therapeutic.  So, where to begin?  I’m pretty sure I’ve gained at least 10 pounds due to an insatiable sweet tooth that appeared out of nowhere, not to mention I’ve changed my hair more times than I can count and I’m pretty sure both of those things are coping mechanisms.  We have two little girls who barely know how to brush their teeth let alone express their emotions appropriately which causes stress and as a result Marcus’s and my relationship experiences it’s own stress (though I haven’t drafted up those divorce papers yet so we’re good).

      I won’t even go into the financial stress of a project like this because I am sure you can assume what it might take to bring a 130 year old home up to current standards but we have high hopes that once we move-in and are able to start generating an income from the basement apartment and the Cottage that it won’t be too bad.  Although I keep telling folks that we’ll be living in a gorgeous house sitting on bean bags and everyone laughs but I’m being quite serious.  Actually, I take that back.  Bean bags and milk crates will be what we use.

      Another big stressor is the amount of time we’ve not been in our own place.  Two Christmases have come and gone as we occupy two rooms and in an attempt to not completely overtake my mom’s house Marcus’s and my bedroom is, well, stressful especially for someone like me who can’t stand clutter and disorganization.  Marcus hasn’t helped that situation much because somehow two giant TVs have appeared along with a few more cardboard boxes that I don’t recognize nor understand their purpose.  He would probably tell you about my oh so slight furniture hoarding problem that has taken over my mom’s garage but in my defense I got those things at a bargain.

      In the end though we’re doing OK.  We’re all looking forward to being able to move into the house (although I still go to bed with random worries like whether or not my girls will be too scared to use the potty in the middle of the night because I know I will be).  For the year 2020 I can only hope that we are able to make the transition out of my mom’s house without having left too much of a mark on her belongings (because we’ve caused a little bit of damage here and there).  I hope the girls will be able to settle-in to their new home and enjoy the property.  As it stands they’ve already been having a grand time running around the 1.5 acres plus the adjoining park.  I hope Marcus will be less stressed and we can get back to our random Sundays of accidentally getting drunk while working on a project.  I hope I can make the transition of not living with my mom and having her help for the days when the girls have after-school activities and Marcus is on travel.  Most importantly, I hope the house herself is ready for us because we bring two active and creative children, an especially active dog, an especially lazy cat, and of course, Marcus and I.

      Star Wars Girls

      Rey on the left and Princess Leia on the right (in case you couldn’t tell).  I think Sligo will be happy to keep these two entertained.

       

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    • The Battle of Fredericksburg at Sligo Part I

      Posted at 9:55 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on December 15, 2019

      As we all know writing about military battles, people, etc. is not my forté.  There’s something about reading the specifics of battles that make my eyes go cross and I quickly lose interest.  This is not to say that I don’t love history because clearly I do.  I think it has to do with the abundant use of cardinal directions and military terms such as “flank” which I think means rear because that’s what it means in most other circumstances but I could be wrong.  I digress.  The point is, I’m going to make an attempt to write about the Battle(s) of Fredericksburg at Sligo and the Ferneyhough family who would have been the occupants at that time.

      The Battle of Fredericksburg took place from the 11th through the 15th of December, 1862 and I made the judicious decision to go ahead and skip to the end because you all who are Civil War history buffs will absolutely scream in rage if I try and write anything more.  So, in the end it was a decidedly Confederate victory as the Union faced problems almost from the beginning when the pontoon bridges necessary to cross the Rappahannock did not arrive in time.  One interesting tidbit related to the Battle of Fredericksburg is that it was the first battle to take place in an urban environment in the history of the United States and, despite the urban setting (and the looting by the Union), there were only four civilian deaths reported during this time.

      A few years back we lived on Sunken Road and planned a Christmas party to introduce our friends to our second newly born and to say “good bye” as we were getting ready to move to Jacksonville, North Carolina (aka, the “Armpit of America” but ask me how I really feel).  Without realizing it we had planned our party for the same day as the 150th anniversary as the Battle of Fredericksburg.  Let me tell you, you know you live in a special town when you look out your window and can witness an entire reenactment taking place as you down your wine in a red solo cup (because we keep it classy).

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      I wasn’t sure if I should tell them I had a GPS that might help them find their way…

       

      I digress, again.  You guys need to help me stay on track.  Anyway, it turns out, December 1862 was not the first, or last, time Fredericksburg would be witness to the horrors of war.  In the spring of 1863, the Chancellorsville Campaign began (“campaign” meaning something different from “battle” and which I have yet to figure out)  and which encompassed a second battle at Fredericksburg.  Considering the location of Sligo (just south of the city and directly on the Rappahannock) it should come as no surprise that the Ferneyhoughs were in the thick of the fighting from the first battle of Fredericksburg and on…

      Posted in Ferneyhough, History, Life, Wars | 1 Comment
    • A Progress Report

      Posted at 1:43 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on December 13, 2019

      Yikes!  Why didn’t someone tell me it has been six weeks since I last wrote a blog post…and even then it wasn’t much of a post.  I was planning on writing something about the Civil War in Fredericksburg and how it affected the Ferneyhough family at Sligo but maybe I’ll take a minute to catch everyone up on how things are progressing at the house.

      In November we had an open house tour given by the Historical Fredericksburg Foundation, Inc. (HFFI).  About 100 people showed up and, I think, all were delighted with the tour and the state of the house.  My mother-in-law went on the tour hoping to go “incognito” which she was for all of two seconds and then she was accosted by my girls screaming “Grammy! Grammy!”  Regardless, she was absolutely thrilled with the tour given by HFFI which included historical aspects of the home and surrounding area, the families that have lived in it, and our plans for the future of the house.  I enjoyed meeting some of the folks at the end of the tour and even learned some new information about Sligo.  For instance, the property wasn’t on city water until the early 1980s.  I was surprised at that.  I also learned that General Thomas Posey and his second wife, Mary Alexander, likely might have lived at the property as when Mary Alexander’s first husband passed away he would have left his estates to the children.

      Over these last few months the progress on the top two floors of the house has progressed rapidly.  The bathrooms are all but complete and the bedrooms have been painted and light fixtures installed.  On the first floor the kitchen still has some work until completion but that is because one cabinet was damaged in transit and one cabinet not delivered at all.  We have made decisions on just about everything else such as light fixtures for the downstairs rooms and the appliances for the kitchen.

      In the basement the apartment is starting to take shape.  The walls for the bathroom are up and the  windows are being repaired.  The brick has been repointed and where there were dirt floors is now cement.  The HVAC system, which is the same mini split system as on the top two floors, has been installed and electrical wiring is run.  The addition of insulation in the ceiling has given the basement a more cozy feeling and while its still a little dark and scary it won’t be for long.

      The grounds are in desperate need of work but until the trucks are done driving in and out it seems rather pointless to try and do anything.  Also, its cold and currently its raining and I have a sleeping pooch next to me so the last thing that sounds like fun to me right now is yard work.  Also, did I mention how many times I got poison ivy this past summer just by looking at the yard?  No less than five times and all of varying degrees of intensity.

      We are hoping to move into the house by January which we are all ready for.  I never would have guessed we would still be living with my mom nearly 1.5 years later.  She probably didn’t expect that either.  Sorry, mom.

      Posted in Basement, Contractors, Grounds, Life, Main House | 1 Comment
    • Tour Sligo with HFFI

      Posted at 5:07 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on October 31, 2019

      If you’re local (or not) and read the blog you may be interested in an event the Historic Fredericksburg Foundation, Inc. (HFFI) is hosting at Sligo on November 16th.  A few months ago I was approached by a member of the foundation to see if we would be interested in allowing folks to see Sligo during the renovation process.  As it is, most will only ever see an old home after it has been renovated and this is a rare opportunity to get a “behind-the-scenes” look.

      I try to be forthcoming with information on this blog about the trials and tribulations we have faced with restoring Sligo and the tour will give even more insight into those trials and tribulations as well as the history of the house.  Maybe, if you’re currently pondering an attempt at restoring an old home, this tour will help make or break that decision!  If you are thinking about restoring an old home I have one I’d be willing to sell…it’s on Dixon Street.  You may know it…

      Anyway, here is the link to the event:  https://hffi.org/product/bringing-back-sligo/

      We hope to see you there!

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    • Dead Ladies

      Posted at 6:54 am by Lauren Tepaske, on October 25, 2019

      In the spirit of Halloween I thought I might post something a little macabre.  Quite a few months ago I was researching people who might have died in the house, specifically women.  As we all now know the original house was a small pox hospital at least twice, there were slaves on the property, and the Civil War played out to some extent on the property so there are some unknown factors when it comes to all of the deaths at the house.  However, for the families that owned Sligo, their deaths were documented and it turns out (not surprisingly) that a number of women and a few children died at Sligo…and may still be there *oooOOOOooooo* (those are ghostly “Os.”)

      All of the information below I retrieved from Ancestry.com.  I’m beginning to know a lot more about Sligo’s families than I do my own at this point.  One day I’ll start a family tree for myself.  Anyway, the following women or children died at Sligo, in order from most recent to the oldest recorded death.  I have yet to go beyond the beginning of the 19th century because that is when the history of the house starts to get really muddled.

      • Nora Fitzpatrick Shannon died age 63 at Sligo in 1937.  She was the second wife of Price L Shannon.
      • Lavinia Harrison Word Ferneyhough died age 43 at Sligo in 1889.  She was the wife of George T Ferneyhough.
      • Mary Ferneyhough (possibly died 1880, the initials “M. V.” are listed in the 1880 census) and Lillie Lancaster Ferneyhough both died in infancy at Sligo.  They would have been the children of Lavinia and George.
      • Frances Ferneyhough was 73 when she died in 1861.  However, she was married to an Adams and it is possible she did not die at Sligo.  She was the daughter of John R Ferneyhough, Sr. and Margaret Walker.
      • Mary Ann Ferneyhough Chesley was born 1814 and died around 1853 (age 35) because by 1860 her daughter Fannie (born circa 1852) was in the custody of Mary Ann’s father, John Ferneyhough, Jr.  Whether she died at Sligo or not is a mystery but she was married so it is possible she died elsewhere.
      • Mary Francis Gilbert died in 1830 at age 40.  Fun fact, she was John Ferneyhough Jr.’s cousin and first wife.
      • Margaret Ferneyhough was born in 1801 and died in 1827 at Sligo.  She was the daughter of John R Ferneyhough, Sr. and Margaret Walker.

      I wonder if any of these ladies are still spending time at the house?  If they are I hope they are prepared for the chaos that we will bring once we move in…they may want to consider moving on…

       

      Posted in Haunted, History, Life, Main House | 2 Comments
    • Paint Choices

      Posted at 8:36 pm by Lauren Tepaske, on October 22, 2019

      This isn’t our first rodeo when it comes to renovating a home.  Since I’ve known Marcus he’s renovated about four homes, only one of which we lived in as a family.  Previously, we lived in Williamsburg and our house there was a foreclosure with water leaking through the ceiling, parts of the floor missing, and foundation issues out the wazoo.  Granted, it wasn’t a 130 year old Victorian but it hadn’t been maintained and it showed.  For three years we Marcus worked on renovating the house with the intention of either selling it or renting it, whichever made the most sense in the long-run.  So, while I wasn’t entirely thrilled about purchasing Sligo I wasn’t surprised that Marcus thought it would be a good idea; Marcus has the ability to see the potential in a home when others cannot…either that or he’s a masochist.

      This all to say that we have renovated homes before but always with the mindset that whatever upgrades and changes we made would be neutral allowing for the house to be easy to sell or rent when the time came.  Decisions were relatively easy to make.  What color should we paint the walls?  Neutral.  What type of flooring should we put in the bathroom?  Neutral vinyl.  What color carpet?  Neutral.  Are there two nice, neutral options?  Which one is cheaper?  You get the point.  I am also a fan of conformity so every room had the same light fixtures and everything matched and can I just tell you, a 130 year old home does not lend itself to an OCD conformist.

      Recently we’ve had to really up our game and start making decisions for down-the-line and it’s a lot of pressure.  Our very kind general contractor has gently been nudging us forward to choose kitchen cabinets, light fixtures, and…*gasp*…paint colors.  Paint color decisions?  Is hard.  I mean, we are the couple who can rarely decide where to eat out on the rare occasion we get a date night so can you imagine how overwhelming it is to walk into the local Benjamin Moore which boasts literally 3500+ colors?!  Also, and I may have mentioned this before, I hate painting so I really want the paint choices to last us for the rest of our lives.  Also, also, the walls are nearly 11 feet high and I will absolutely not be painting them unless I can go all Jackson Pollock.

      In a rare show of decisiveness, Marcus and I recently went over to Sligo armed with Benjamin Moore brochures and “Old House Journal” magazines for inspiration.  We went room to room on the second floor, narrowing down the field of 3500+ colors to three per room.  From there, we engaged our gaggle of friends at the local brewery who helped us narrow down our choices to one per room and voilà!  That is how we chose the second floor room colors.

      But wait!  It couldn’t be that easy.  It turns out children have opinions.  Who knew?  Innocently, I told our girls that we had chosen a shade of pink and a shade of blue for each of their bedrooms.  I say “innocently” because one of our girls is a pink kind of girl and our other girl is a blue kind of girl and how could we possibly get it wrong?  (That’s a redundant question.)  After revealing the paint choice information both girls told me they wanted a blue room.  Ookkkaaayyy…

      So, I innocently (again) involved them in the decision making by offering them the three choices of blue we had originally picked.  Our pink kind of girl mulled over the blue choices but ultimately she stuck with pink, choosing a slightly lighter shade but one that both Marcus and I were happy with.  However, in doing so, she gave the illusion of having chosen her room color and things quickly turned ugly.  Our blue kind of girl had also been perusing the paint color choices and set her sights on a Tiffany Blue deviating drastically from Marcus’s and my plan for the bedrooms to be quiet, peaceful spaces.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Tiffany Blue specifically on little boxes, but an entire room of Tiffany Blue seems like a bit much.  When our blue kind of girl realized she wasn’t going to get the color of her choice she more or less lost her shit (sorry, not sorry, there’s really no other way to put that) and we told her to sleep on it and we would talk about it in the morning.

      Needless to say, this morning I was able to talk our blue kind of girl off of her Tiffany Blue ledge and nudge her into a more subtle, yet still quite blue, shade of blue.  She’s happy and feels as if she made a decision regarding her bedroom ,the youngest is happy (which is rare) and Marcus and I feel like we moved-up a parenting level though still have far to go.

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