My husband, Will, is busy building a little (big) surprise for Charlotte for Christmas. She knows what she is getting because our garage looks like "New Yankee Workshop" and Will has plans for this hung on the garage wall:
She started to ask questions about Santa as I already started using the "Santa is watching" line. Bad mama. The other night she was afraid to go to bed thinking that Santa was on the roof watching her. I had to tell her that he wasn't really real, just a nice little story that parents tell their kids, but that he is fun to believe in. Yes, I am the mom that crushed her 4 year olds childhood in order for her to not have nightmares about a bearded man on her roof. I felt pretty bad.
Of course immediately following this whole crushing she then asks me..."Mom, is God real?". Wow. I get it, it is kind of the same concept as Santa in many ways as told to children. I love how she just is so inquisitive, and I left her with a simple "yes, and he is always in your heart". She smiled and trotted back to bed.
Long story precluding to the fact that Charlotte is getting the above dollhouse bed and that means Matilda will be getting Charlotte's bed. The girls are growing up.
Which means that I am looking back at Matilda's baby room and wanting to hold onto it for as long as possible. It is pretty wonderful after all. Here are some pics of it when I just finished painting it:
|"C" was for Charlotte that I just threw up there in the meantime for our yet unnamed baby girl.|
Linked to Between Naps on The Porch's Metamorphosis Monday party and Cottage Instinct's Make it 4 Monday party!