My first priority when we arrived at the new house was to get George's room in order. I wanted to make it clear that his stuff was still his stuff, it was all here, and his comfort was important to us. So, while Nathan and his dad did the heavy lifting, I arranged toys and put away clothes and generally made his room as Georgeish as I could. It's been a work in progress, as kid rooms always are, but we seem to have reached a good spot and I think we'll let it stay like this for awhile. With his sister crawling, some of the growing pains we thought we'd dodged in the beginning are rearing their heads and it's important to me that he, at least for now, have a space that's safe, baby slobber free, and his. Somewhere down the road, they'll share a room -- maybe this room -- but for as long as Zelda's co-sleeping, this area is George's and his alone.
I love this room. It's bright, like the rest of the house, and unintentionally very green. It's cheerful but not in that saccharine way that kids' stuff can be. At least, to me.
It's full but not brimming. Lived-in, with a bed big enough for two, or three, or four. There's art on the walls and not even most of it was made for children. I like that.
That closet, man. It's a secret lair. Another whole person could sleep in there, but right now it holds Zelda's clothes and a someday-to-be nook for hiding out when your mom's annoying you.
"Do you like your room?" I asked him this morning. "Do you want some tea?" he replied. "Some CHOCOLATE tea?" I'll take that as a yes.