Write about: the conversion.
We're in the process of converting our extra/guest/office/storage room into Max's room. We've picked out a toddler bed (it's on its way in the mail) and bedding (also on its way), so now we're working on clearing out the room to make space for him and his things.
It's a combination of throwing stuff out and moving stuff into our bedroom. This afternoon I finally took down our old, falling apart dresser (might turn a couple pieces of it into extra shelves in our room) and cleared out my part of the closet so that all my clothes fit either on the hangers or on the shelf. Which also involved tossing a whole lot of old clothes that I'd been using for work around the farm.
Now we need to move a desk and a couple of filing cabinets into our room and do some more tidying up (which will likely involve putting quite a bit of stuff into storage in our basement).
It'll be nice once everything is finished. Hopefully Max will be excited to have his very own room.
At least at some point before his little brother arrives on the scene.
"Dude, what's wrong?"
"I dunno, man. I'm, like, confused."
"Oh, wow... did you hit the bar already? We haven't even checked into our hotel yet!"
"No way, bro. I haven't had a drink since we left the plane."
"Pacing yourself, right on. Smart move. So what's going on?"
"Well... I just met up with this dude outside to convert my cash into the local currency, right?"
"And, like, I'm not sure he was straight with me, you know? I feel like maybe he didn't give me as much back as he should have."
"You know we're still in America... right?"