I've been keeping pretty busy as of late. The boyfriend is in the process of moving the rest of his belongings into my tiny, modest home. Whatever doesn't fit is going to have to go into the storage unit we rented or be sold.
As part of the moving in we decided that his adorable little 2 year old girl should have her own room so I've been trying to move stuff around and put things where they should go.
Yesterday I spent about five hours hanging up my family photos (use to sit on desk we had to get rid of), sorting through electronics to see what can be sold and what can't.
I also starting backing up stuff that we have no immediate use for and have already got two storage tubs out in the shed. I'm hoping I'll be able to clear everything out so that the room will basically be child proof.
Right now the little munchkin only has a playpen to sleep in. We tried to see about sing a toddler bed that was given to us, but we discovered the frame was bent to the point of not being good. We also discovered that bedding for toddler bed's is expensive!
If I can get everything cleared out good enough we are going to put a twin mattress with a plastic slip cover on it on the floor and buy one of those cheap bed-in-a-bag sets at the local Walmart. The little munchkin should be pleased. She may only be 2 1/2 years old, but by golly she knows how ti speak her mind.
Last time she was here she said to me "Momma, I want a bed and room."
I know! She is so smart.
I walked her back to the spare room where her playpen is currently and told her that I am cleaning it up and going to have her daddy put a bed in there just for her.
She got so excited. She started clapping her hands together and giggling. In fact she was giggling so hard with joy that she darn near passed out because she kind of forgot to breath.
That was easily remedied.
All I had to do was ask her if she wanted a cookie.
She stopped giggling excessively, dropped her hands down to her sides and politely asked "Can I?"
Her breathing returned to normal. Of course I did give her the cookie as promised and she said "thank you." Now all we have to do is to work with her to say please.
I had also received a box of kids clothes to go through from my brother's other half recently. I sorted through the clothes and had to keep my mind about it.
This little one will not wear just anything. She is a fashion diva with a shoe fetish. Everything absolutely has to match her shoes or she will throw a fit. It is a scary sight. So to avoid the problem in advance I sorted through them very carefully and compared what I was given to her shoes.
Last time my brother's gal gave me clothes for the munchkin I showed her what I had for her.
She got really excited and refused to let my put them in the washing machine. She picked up the bundle of clothes and walked around the house with them for about 45 minutes before I could take them. She thought they were the greatest thing ever. She kept telling me that they were pretty. At one point she laid them out on the floor in the living room and touched all the fabrics and decorations on them and spent time admiring every single piece. Then she had to show them to one of her Care Bears who apparently approved.
The little one is just to funny. I get a kick out of her all the time. :)
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