Although I have been living in my room now for about 6 of my 8 months, I realized I haven't blogged about it yet. It's a cozy little room, really. I went with a color palette of brights including hot pink, lime green, yellow and baby pink. From what I hear, when Mom was about six months pregnant with me, she was in New York for work for about a week. When she came home, Dad had surprised her by painting my room a pretty green color and setting up all of my furniture. Since then they have added some fun things to my wall. My favorite thing is something my mom calls my "tree of friends". It hangs above my changing table and every time we get a new birth announcement from one of my friends, we put it on the tree. So far I have pictures of Alice, William, Miles, Bailey, Benjamin, Wyatt, and Leah that I love to look at. Other than that, I just love my bed so much. Sometimes I cry just so that someone will put me in my bed so that I can stare at the butterflies that flit around hanging from the ceiling. All in all, my room is somewhere I can go to be alone and reflect on my day and think about what great things are just around the corner.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
My humble abode
Although I have been living in my room now for about 6 of my 8 months, I realized I haven't blogged about it yet. It's a cozy little room, really. I went with a color palette of brights including hot pink, lime green, yellow and baby pink. From what I hear, when Mom was about six months pregnant with me, she was in New York for work for about a week. When she came home, Dad had surprised her by painting my room a pretty green color and setting up all of my furniture. Since then they have added some fun things to my wall. My favorite thing is something my mom calls my "tree of friends". It hangs above my changing table and every time we get a new birth announcement from one of my friends, we put it on the tree. So far I have pictures of Alice, William, Miles, Bailey, Benjamin, Wyatt, and Leah that I love to look at. Other than that, I just love my bed so much. Sometimes I cry just so that someone will put me in my bed so that I can stare at the butterflies that flit around hanging from the ceiling. All in all, my room is somewhere I can go to be alone and reflect on my day and think about what great things are just around the corner.
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