Since my brother moved out, Jeff and I decided to move Riley into the carpeted front bedroom, versus his current tiled room. Safer for the boy that can climb out of and back INTO his crib. :/ Jeff and my dad repainted the room and then I spent 95% of my day moving Riley's stuff into the room.
I took in his changing table. He followed me, saying "Mine, Mama."
I took is his dresser. "Mine, Mama."
His rocker. "Mine, Mama."
His toys. "Mine, Mama."
Yes, baby, all of it is yours. Once I had his room set up (minus the crib that Jeff had to move in this afternoon), Riley wandered around, touching his things. "Ryry. Mine. Ryry. Mine." That little man is POSSESSIVE! haha
When I picked up Isabella from school and she walked in the hallway, she exclaimed "MOMMY! Someone moved all of Riley's things to Riley's New Room!" Yes, darling. MOMMY moved them. Good to know she thinks I have slave boys at my disposal (Can I have a couple of them, for real??).
Now that he is all moved, the next step is to move the computers and crafting back to the room that used to be the office. I can actually craft again!
I have to say, I am pretty proud of the decorating I did today. And nice to know my kids are proud of me. lol
