The other night I was in the kitchen, minding my own business when little Junior comes running in with a handful of those gross yogurt treat things and tells me, “You need to come wrestle me!”
Me: “Um, okie dokie” ~Goes into living room and tries to wrestle him
Jr.: “No! Wike dis!” ~Log rolls across the living room
Me: “Of course. Silly me.” ~Also log rolls across the living room
Jr: “That’s good! Good girl!” ~Throws yogurt treat across the room~ “Go get it!”
Me: “Wait. Did you just trick me into a game of fetch?”
Jr: “Daddy! Wrestle!”
Next week marks our first anniversary in this house.
Last week marks the day we finished poor little Junior’s room.
What can I say? We’re beasts when it comes to DIY.
Mostly, the big hold up had been the fact that we didn’t want to do or hang much until we patched and repainted all the walls. We bought a paint sprayer, but then D started working a zillion hours a week and going to school full-time and painting just wasn’t our idea of fun in our down time.
Finally, over the holidays when he had a break from school, we taped everything off and he sprayed paint in Junior’s room, our room, and the office.
And finally, finally, little man has a finished room.
With a bit of a cabiny feel. See the silhouettes?
I reupholstered that chair two houses ago with him in mind, and we bought that mini bear skin rug before he was even born.
The quilt was a shower gift, and my grandma gave us the tub that holds his books.
My MIL refinished that desk for us, and the top is covered in old newspaper clippings. I sanded and painted the blue chair for the dining room in our last house.
My MIL also stitched the artwork in the middle of the origin and meaning of Junior’s name. My mom had given me the other two as gifts, and I think the trio work perfectly together.
For all the waiting, I’m happy with the final result. It’s a cozy little boy’s room.
The other night before bedtime, he toddled in there to pick out a book and with a sweep of his little hand told me, “Mommy, I wike this room.”
Totally worth it.