It makes me so happy seeing her in here, her “big girl room”. Up to this point she had always slept in a crib in our room. And I am unashamed to admit that I may have quietly crept in and slept in the matching twin bed every so often for the first few weeks we lived here.
You know, so she wouldn’t be lonely.
It was for HER.
I used some of my suitcases as a toybox, and the big basket on her dresser houses our rotating assortment of library books.
Let the pictures BEGIN!
It’s not really anything fancy or Pinterest worthy. It’s just a really simple, happy room.
I’m going to get cheesy here for a moment and say that literally whenever I see Olive in here, I become incredibly grateful that we are able to provide this space for her. For so long I felt horrible that she was so rootless. And I know that she probably loved being in a room with us for so long, and being around family, too- but the thrill I get when people come over and she races to show them her big girl room, is indescribable.
(Also indescribable? People’s faces when she gives them the grand tour and points at one bed and says “Olive’s big girl bed!” and then points to the other and says, “Papa’s big girl bed!”
He and O had an epic pretend sleeping game one day, and now the bed is forever called Papa’s Big Girl Bed.
Never change, Olive. Never change.)