The girls' room looks like this.
Except it looks like that all over.
The girls have decided that they are ready for their own beds. I know, I know -- most kids have their own beds from the get go. But these two haven't. Rhubarb most likely slept with her entire birth family before going to the orphanage. At the orphanage, she shared a crib with at least two other toddlers and then, as soon as her brother was born and brought to the orphanage, they placed him in her crib. When they came home, they both slept with us. Blueberry joined the party and Rhubarb and Eggplant decided she was too loud so they started sleeping in their room together. Blueberry joined them later and they all enjoyed nightly slumber parties until Eggplant got tired of his sisters waking him up at ungodly hours of the morning. He moved into his own room and the girls stayed in theirs, but have always shared a queen sized bed. I was sad when he went solo and I am sad that it's time for the girls. There is just something so warm about seeing your kids all snuggled up together.
But time marches forth and for their upcoming birthdays, they have requested single beds (as we are apparently calling them in this millennium - gone are the days of "twin" beds) and desks in their room. So naturally we are spending a lot of time on craigslist, on freecycle, at Ikea, and dropping hints in crowded places: "My, but your daughter sure does look like she's growing out of her bed. Perhaps you'd like to trade a queen sized bed for her bed?" The last one hasn't worked yet.
We did, however, score some sweet desks for under $20.00 each at Ikea. We just bought a small stand-alone table top for each girl for $5.00 and then four legs at $3.50 each. HotNerd and the girls will assemble them this weekend.
It's a happy thing, really, that they are taking such ownership in their room, growing up enough to care how the room turns out, and actively participating in decorating. Still, I always feel a bit sad when we transition from one phase to another. It's not that I don't want them to grow up. Truth be told, I prefer them at these older, more conversant ages. Still, transitions are tremendous reminders that childhood moves so quickly -- at least for us adults, who have the honor of being a part of these lovely childhoods.
So, as I continue to rummage through books and toys and clothes, helping them decide what makes the grade and what has to go, does anybody have a dresser they are no longer using? A