It's almost two and a half years ago, while six months pregnant (? shit at Maths), that I painted Lil's nursery a pale mint. Her nursery that was never actually slept in. Then it turned in to a playroom. But just a few months short of her second birthday, I'm moving her into her own room. Sob. Her nursery / playroom is now becoming her bedroom.
I'm excited, it's a new project. I like decorating. I'm also excited because my room, my quiet sanctuary, will be mine again. But I'm also very sad. Lil has slept in the same room as me for twenty two months. Some of you may think that's far too long but I've always been a fan of attachment parenting. And anyway, I slept in bed with my Mum for much longer.
I've made a point of talking to Lilian about the changes that are happening, taking her into her room and telling her what's going to happen. She watched her Grampy measure the window for new blinds and has shown interest when I mentioned the word 'paint'. I figured that if she was a part of this change, if she helped, the transition would be a lot smoother. I hope I'm not kidding myself and that she'll enjoy her new room in her new bed but I'm prepared for a month or so of sleepless nights.
So yes, exciting but small changes are happening. Even if they do make me do a