The final project for this summer is the Boy’s room: it’s time we make it his own instead of just a hand-me-down room from big sister. Truth be told, it’s been that way for entirely too long, but we just keep bumping it down the priority list. But he’s not a toddler anymore, and the room just had too much toddler in it, among other things.
Today was the prep day: we got everything into the center of the room with the exception of the bookshelf as K would have to go through the Polish books herself to determine what to keep and what to pass on.
Today’s theme, then, was letting go.
We cut the stuffed animal count to seven or eight. We took three bags of toys to Goodwill and prepared a bag of books to take tomorrow. It was a time of sentimentality fighting practicality.
“But Daddy, I love that!” was a common refrain.
“But you never play with it,” was the common answer.
“That’s true.”
He and the room grew up a bit today.
