A room of one’s own

Well it’s been a long time coming, but we have finally kissed goodbye to our guest room and given Virginia Microboy his very own bedroom.

Ta daaaaa!

It’s a dinky little room but I love it.  And it’s powder blue…  the only colour I could ever have painted a nursery.  It was simply meant to be.  Right now the walls are a little bare but we have a lovely china clock to put up and a stack of pictures.

The cot, meanwhile, is a whole new prison experience…

…but at least it’s milk flavoured.


And – muffle the drums!  Microboy is actually christening the cot as I type.  It only took 40 minutes of screaming to get him to sleep in it.  Ungrateful wretches, babies, one and all.  I don’t have high hopes for this evening’s bedtime.

(By the way, the tidiness is a lie!  All of his toys and books remain unmigrated until I cram in a toy chest and a bookcase.  (Ambitious, moi?)

 

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About Susan Flockhart

Bonsai lady-geek and blogger. I can hardly recall what I used to blog about pre-microbes, but these days I generally ramble about motherhood, nonsense and whatever's going on the world of tiny people
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