Time to Change Nests

Todd needed an office.  A room that he could escape to when the world had given him a thumbs down, a room that he could feel like the Doctor of Architecture that he is (the profession hardly seems to notice).

Seeing as how Carly now shares a bed in space with her brother, the basement bedroom was free for the taking.

I had a hard time surrendering the space as I was in LOVE with the little tree and birdies that had made their home down there.  I tried convincing Todd that they would only be there to whisper words of encouragement and possibly inspiration, but he wasn't feeling it.

 On Friday, I found a new home for the nests and birdies.  Does this room look familiar?

Yes, the birdies had to undergo a type of reconstructive surgery AGAIN, but they have all adapted well. However, the occupant of the human nature continues to inform me that she wants her walls to be purple.  Maybe I can dangle that  carrot over her head when she isn't "acting as pretty on the inside as she is on the outside."

Todd is slowly putting together the office and someday when I find the right shade of gray we will paint his cave and he will truly feel inspired and the whisperings of encouragement will, instead, come from art on the walls that hopefully he has drawn.