Something happened to me this weekend.
After three months of general malaise regarding the state of our house, a sudden inferno lit itself under my butt and this:
So I hauled everything out and painted the walls the same color as the living room. While that dried, I took his little Thomas the Train table apart and painted the main part the same blue as our front door and the play surface with chalk paint.
While I let both the table and the walls dry, we went out for ice cream. During which time, Bill felt the need to stand directly over the newly chalk-painted table top and drool. So it’s got some neat water marks now. >:(
Also during that time the following conversation was had.
Me: What color are your eyes?
Me: What color are daddy’s eyes?
Me: What color are mommy’s eyes?
D: Just like her soul……
Feeling the love, boys. Gracias.
Then it was just a matter of moving everything back in, with a few additions.
Rug from previous house.
Newly painted table, mini cow hide arm chair, “dream big, little one” art from Hobby Lobby.
Old church pew I bought at a flea market that D re-stained. Four baskets that fit under the pew perfectly, and actually hold all Junior’s crap. Map art also from Hobby Lobby, and tin bucket thing for books.
And since we already had every bit of this, minus the chalk paint which my MIL loaned me, I can actually say I got all this done in a day for zero doll hairs.
~pats self on back~
Then I was all “LOOK AT ME, I DID THIS ALL BY MYSELF!!!”
D: *coughs politely* Except for the taking down and re-hanging of the sconces. And carrying the pew downstairs.
LOOK AT ME! I DID THIS ALMOST ALL BY MYSELF!!!