I walked into the office the other day and my monitor had gone to sleep and was on slideshow. I have taken a jillion pictures since Amara was born so it will often be showing old pictures I don’t even remember taking. I usually stand at my desk until the slideshow turns off and the screen turns black. Then I shake the mouse to wake up my computer and start doing whatever I came in to do. That day there was a cute picture of Amara getting one of her toys out to play. The thing was she was getting that toy out of an old used clothesbasket that I had put in the front room where it was easy for her to get to them. It got me to thinking, when did we move those toys and officially convert the spare bedroom into Amara’s Room?
When Amara was born, we lived exactly 10 miles from The Kids. That doesn’t sound far but in southern California you don’t measure things by how far they are but by how long it will take to get there! Their house was 5.7 miles from where I was working at the time but it would take me at least 30 minutes to get there after work. I would have a short visit and then I had that 10 mile (think 45 minutes to an hours!) drive home to make – it didn’t take us long to start house hunting! 5 months later, we found the perfect place and it was only 1 mile from them.
While we moved into this house so that we could be closer to Amara and The Kids the spare room actually started out as a spare bedroom that Amara would use when she slept over. I wanted to keep it child safe so it was nothing fancy. I had found some cute ladybug sheets that I liked and I had used some cutout ladybugs to decorate the top of the valance. Grampy would bring Amara in to visit those ladybugs and to count them whenever she came over. It was our first tradition. Having seen that old picture, I was really curious, when did it stop being the spare bedroom? So I started looking through those jillion pictures.
September of 2005, one year after moving in, while it was still the spare bedroom, Twursula had already claimed it as her own. Once Amara was old enough we put her portable crib in there but we still considered it the spare room.
The end of July 2006 brought the official christening of Amara’s room! She was much too big for the portable crib but it seemed silly to get her a big one at this point plus her parents had moved her out of her own crib and put her mattress on the floor – she loved it! This was when we decided to get rails for the spare bed and officially make it hers.
She was thrilled! While we didn’t change the bedding or anything we added those rails and moved in all of her toys. She now had a great place to park her trike. We have a very open floor plan and she used to love riding that trike around the house. Everyone was happy with the new arrangement except Twursula!
She got Princess bedding and a matching lamp when she turned three and it really became a little girl’s room. We have added new bookshelves and lots of plastic craft drawers filled with fun supplies. I can’t remember when we took those rails off but her room has kept evolving. When her Mom and Dad bought her new bedroom furniture, her old dresser came to live in her room here. Since she is here often, she just throws her dirty clothes in the clothes hamper rather than packing dirty clothes into her overnight bag/backpack. I wash them and put them in her drawers and she always has clean clothes here if she needs them. Sometimes they even make it back home!
The Princess bedding was replaced by the current purple flowered sheets and a purple reversible quilt that she picked out.
Amara does think of it as her room but she would gladly let someone use it if they came to visit us. Twursula would not be nearly as cooperative. She still thinks it is her room and she gets very vocal about it. She sits outside that door waiting for Amara to get up when she spends the night. She wants to go claim her rightful spot on her bed. She cries and stares up at us asking “Why aren’t you doing something about her?”
Who cares that we don’t have a spare bedroom
when we are surrounded by all this love?