It’s done. Finally have things hanging on the walls, books on the new bookshelf (or on the floor in front of it), and toys in their respective places (spread across the floor). It’s the one room I wanted to be completed first so Max would have a place to play and make a mess, without having to worry about getting lost amongst the boxes.
Let’s take at look at what I’ve done, shall we?You’ll remember that we painted the walls before moving in, the blue and the chalkboard. The chalkboard wall is a big hit, if you can’t tell. I’m so glad I chose the black chalkboard paint.
This chair. I LOVE this chair. It swivels and rocks. I prefer it to the rocking chair, especially for those middle of the night feedings, I actually fall asleep in it. It was in the basement, and Rob’s parents didn’t want it anymore so it became ours.
I hung a lot of the artwork above the changing table, where I thought it looked good, but it turns out to just be one more distraction and one more reason to not use the changing table anymore (That is in addition to the fact that diaper changes quickly turn into acrobatic displays of attempted base jumping and parkour). I have a couple of crafty projects in mind for more artwork for here.
The two cross stitch pieces were made by my BFF Joy Bush. You can, and should, check out her Etsy shop here! The painting is the Mother’s Day gift from Rob, and the photo of Max and Rob on the wood plaque is my Father’s Day gift to Rob. I took the photo of the M at the Portland Children’s Museum. Rob constructed it at the giant Light Bright installation. And of course there’s the Rob and Erin baby photos, where we’re posing similarly, and the photo of Max also in the same position.
The closet doors were ugly, and not very stable so I took ’em out. The curtains are the brown ones from the living room at the old house. I don’t think they’re permanent, but I can’t find anything else I’d like to put there.
The shelf above the bookcase houses the vintage lunch boxes we bought before Max was born, the vintage toys (the fire engine and Cookie Pig) Rob gave Max for Christmas, Rob’s old Ernie doll, the Precious Moments figurine that topped the cake at the shower my mom threw us. You know, the ruin-able things.
We had to get an actual bookcase (a Billy Bookcase from Ikea) because his little library was growing quickly. In fact he’s inherited my books from when I was a kid including some of my favorites There’s an Alligator Under My Bed by Mercer Mayer, Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, Rotten Ralph by Jack Gantos, my series of Pudgy Books, A handful of Roald Dahl books, and the Beatrix Potter collection of books. Oh yeah, and my card collection, in that Lion King Trapper Keeper. I totally collected Lion King, Ren & Stimpy, and Beavis and Butt-Head cards.
We did anchor it to the wall, and it’s a good thing we did, because he is already attempting to climb it. This is the age where that helmet would come in really handy.
On top of the bookcase sits the frames my mom got us/Max with some of my favorite photos, and the little book my mom made of Max’s first week of life. When I want to make myself cry I look at it. The photo of Rob and Max was taken at Kenilworth Park by our old house when he was 8ish weeks old. The photo of Max and myself was taken on our second wedding anniversary at the Kennedy School. The photo on the cover of the little book is the picture Rob took on his phone right after Max was born and sent out to friends and family announcing his arrival.
My only issue with this room is that it gets pretty cold. We’re not sure if the insulation has deteriorated, or if that’s something that can even happen, or if the heat vents are blocked up a little. In an attempt to seal the heat in I purchased one of those plastic over the window kits from Home Depot.It was super easy to put on (as opposed to the tinted window covering we used at the old house), but didn’t do what I had hoped it would. It definitely stops the draft, but the room is still cold, especially at night. Now, I know you’re thinking But what about poor Max? Isn’t he cold? No, he’s not. Thankfully he is his father’s son, and the kid holds heat like an oven. He’s always warm. I check his fat face and hands throughout the night and they’re always warm. Eventually we may look into new insulation for the room, but not before we cross off all the other possible causes first.
I had a lot of fun putting his room together. I wanted it to be a space where he could spend his play time, and also be a room that will grow with him. I mean, what kid doesn’t want walls he can draw on?