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.
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?)