I love the different colors, the adorable old fashion pictures of boys playing baseball, dreaming in a field by their dog, flexing while looking at their shadow, ect.
I love the rustic traffic signs on the walls, and the old airplanes hanging from the ceiling. I love the old tractors and the cute old gas pump on the dresser.
I just love the room.
But Sam does not.
After I did Mary's "under the sea" room, (which was also hard for me to swallow, but is really cool)Sam has been begging me to change his room. I keep telling myself that he is too young to care, and that he will forget about it.
He didn't forget, and I found myself feeling badly. Especially when he started sleeping in Mary's bed with her, because her room was so much cooler than his "boring room."
I thought about my childhood, and how much my room was a part of me. I was always decorating it, designing it, re arranging my toys, and so on. Then I thought of Sam. He will only be a kid once, and this is his only chance at his own "kid room."
So, I looked online, got some ideas of my own, ordered some things, and then a few weeks ago, Sam came home from school to this.
Oh yeah, dinosaur room explosion! His jaw literally hung and he gave me a huge hug. I knew it was worth it then.
He shares the room with William, and William's reaction was similar, but with a lot more yelling and screaming and jumping up and down.
I still can't believe I actually wallpapered dinosaurs to a wall in our house, or that I bought bedspreads with actual animals on them (pet peeve of mine), but Sam and William absolutely love it, and that makes it all worth it to me.
You're only a kid once, and your room is your space.
Oh, and don't worry. I boxed up all of their old décor and have it saved for when we finish the basement in a few years. It will be darling in a guest room.