We’re nearly … NEARLY finished with the “big kid” rooms for the Little Lady and Mr. Boy, and Oh. My. WORD. This turned into a much bigger project than I anticipated.
And it’s turned the Little Lady into quite the Little Diva.
NO little brothers are allowed in her room . . . not that her rules or loud protests stop Mr. Boy. That child goes wherever he goes — rules, consequences, and shrill screams completely ignored.
All of her lip glosses (thank you, sweet Mother in Law, for insisting on giving her those) must be perfectly displayed on her nightstand and within easy reach . . . just in case her lips get dry at night.
(‘cause glittery, blue, “Cinderella” lip gloss solves that problem)
AND, thanks to Mommy and her big mouth, the Little Lady MUST have a chandelier.
(sigh)
While moving images to our external hard-drive, I decided to show my daughter pictures of her old room — the sweet blue and pink nursery I fashioned after learning our birth-mom was going to have a girl.
I loved decorating that room and my favorite moment was finding, out of a myriad of designer lights, a sweet, sparkly chandelier.
Sadly, the chandelier didn’t last long. Once our adoption papers were signed and we had brought the Little Lady home, we learned her nursery got VERY hot in the afternoons.
The chandelier was taken down and a very sensible (and non-sparkly) ceiling fan was put in its place.
When she saw the pictures of her old nursery (shots taken before she had added her touch — flamboyant stripes of deodorant and stickers plastered to the walls), the Little lady fell in LOVE with the chandelier.
Fell. In. Love.
Now, when she hears her Daddy and me discussing what needs to be done to complete her room, the Little Lady swiftly reminds us that a chandelier should be at the top of that list.
No fancy bedside lamps or princess floor lamps.
A chandelier.
The “sparklier”, shinier, and “glittery-er” (her words, mind you) the better.
What happened to my slug lovin’ little girl? It was SOOO much easier to say “No” to slugs in her bedroom.
Unfortunately, Mama has already set a precedence for chandeliers.
(sigh)
