transitions

When we bought our home our spare room was just that;

a "spare" room.

It housed a desk, the computer, my many files of school stuff,

a unit with the overflow of clothes we couldn't fit in our own bedroom,

and a day bed for reading on 

and which conveniently pulled out into a kingsize bed for when we had visitors.

Within months of moving in and setting up our spare room

it was all change.

We were expecting our first baby

and that little person needed somewhere to sleep and store their clothes.

So we emptied half of our clothing-overflow unit to make some space,

we sold the desk and bought a cot to put in its place,

we painted the walls yellow and blue

and put up a picture shelf for all those lovely baby mementoes.

We kept the day bed come guest bed

because we would obviously still need space for guests.

We just figured they could have our room

and we would go and sleep in with the baby if we had people visiting.

It was a room that was sort of half way between a baby room and a spare room.

It served several purposes.

Nursery for baby,

storage room for "stuff",

guest room for occasional visitors.

Well no-one has slept in that room except for the little man ever since he arrived,

apart from one night when he was poorly

and I thanked my lucky stars there was a proper single size day bed in there 

so I could sleep while also being near my poorly boy.

But it has never really taken on the status of being 'his' room somehow,

probably because he rarely went in there except to sleep

and because we still used it as a spare room at times;

putting laundry that needed sorting on the day bed,

storing things in there temporarily when we didn't want them cluttering up more frequently used spaces.

And sorting it out went to the bottom of the list,

because its easiest to tidy and sort when he is napping

and he's always in there when he's napping.

It made me cross but as is the way with things in your home,

you sort of learn to live with annoying things

and you look past them after a while.

When I was expecting him

I would often go and sit in the nursery

and dream about what life would be like when my Dollop arrived.

It was so calm and peaceful in there

and yet exciting at the same time.

And in recent weeks I've found myself craving that again.

I want to be able to go and sit somewhere quiet and to think about Splodge.

I also kept thinking that as this room was soon to be shared by two children

that it was about time it stopped being a room with several purposes

and that it transitioned into a proper nursery;

a real children's room.

So with nesting instincts clearly going into overdrive

I decided that this room needed a fresh start

and a new look.

Decorating was unnecessary as the paint is still in good condition

and I still like the colour scheme and think it works for a children's room,

especially as Splodge's gender is still to be known.

So I hesitantly told the hubby that I wanted to move all the furniture around

so that it felt new and different

and ready for a new and different baby.

It worked.

I am completely back in love with that room

and it now looks like a kids room.

We've somehow managed to create more floor space and more storage space

which is always a bonus.

Plus the room is ready for the transitions that will be going on over the coming months.

Splodge will obviously sleep in our room for a few months

just like their old brother did.

But I will be back to sitting in the nursery to breastfeed (hopefully anyway)

and this room will be where all Splodge's clothes and things live.

Then a few months down the line

we're hoping the beautiful boy will be ready to go into the single bed

and his younger sibling can have the cot.

We are hoping this will only be a short term arrangement as we're hoping to move in the new year

but I want to be ready and have a plan of action at least,

because lets be honest,

moving house is a nightmare

 and it could take a lot longer than we plan.

I've cleared the picture shelf on one side of the room

so that's it's ready for Splodge's mementoes.

And I've even started getting one of the drawers ready with mini little newborn nappies

and some of the lovely baby things we've bought for our little Splodge

and that have already been sent to review in the autumn.

Opening that drawer makes me giddy with excitement

just like the drawers of mini things did when I was pregnant last time.

A little while ago I wrote about how I was denying the changes that were coming,

well I think it's fair to say that I'm not anymore.

I'm embracing them and I'm super excited.