“Daddy, I want a pink bedroom.” That is how it all started. It was a plain and simple request from Emma, who knows her colors like the back of her hand., especially pink How do I know this? Because I remember sitting with her, when I was pregnant with Lily. She couldn’t have been more that 13 or 14 months old (the girls are 16 months apart, but know she was definitely more than a year old at this point). We would always read books before her nap time and then she would fall asleep in her my arms in the rocking chair. I would then move her to the bed (yeah picture a pregnant woman doing this gracefully, not!).
But at any rate, she always loved the colors book we had and would request it. Eventually after, Lily was born, she fell in love with the book “Pinkalicious” and the little “pink girl” was born. Yes, she was my daughter through and through, because growing up one of my favorite uncles would tease me mercifully about being the “pink girl”.
So, my pink girl (or Emma) decided a few weeks ago that she had to have a pink room. Never mind that her father when I was still pregnant with her decided to do this intricate checkerboard pattern on the back wall or the accent wall and painted the rest of the walls baby blue. Yes, I was having a girl, but everything had to match and I also heard at the time, “What if you have our second child and have a boy, you don’t expect a boy to live in a pink room.” So, that was that and the room truly was beautiful even with the blue walls. I fell in the love with checkerboard accent wall, plus the mural he painted to be hung on that wall.
However, it wasn’t our room and now our little 3 year old princess kept repeating that she wanted a pink room. So what is a father to do? He went back to the drawing board and got paint swatches. He sat for hours on our couch with his computer designing a new accent wall with pink in it. And finally, we picked out the paint colors for the room (that was last weekend).
This end of this week was of course Thanksgiving and Lily’s 2nd Birthday, but lo and behold when all that dies down, it was apparently time to paint. Saturday morning, Kevin got up and he began to move the furniture away from the walls, put down a drop cloth and got cracking. Before he began painting the room, he said to me, “Take one more look, because this is it.” I looked around and felt a bitter sweet feeling, because on the one hand we no longer had babies, but little girls and on the other hand our baby’s first room was being changed forever. Only a mother could understand this feeling.
By 2:30, the main walls were painted and then we needed to go grocery shopping. Two tired little girls who couldn’t nap in their bedroom went with us. We got the car cart and Lily fell asleep at the wheel. Emma decided at the end of the trip she needed to visit the bathroom, but grumpily changed her mind. Once done there we came home to Kevin prepping the accent wall, then having dinner and just relaxing a bit (as much as you can with two overtired kids being their usual maniac selves now). The room was put back together though for the most part after being aired out for their sleep that night.
And then Sunday morning was upon us. I kept the kids occupied for the great portion of the morning and early afternoon, while Kevin mapped out the accent wall and painted pink and white stripes for his two favorite little girls.
When he was done they came in to inspect his work and Emma spoke for the two of them and said, “Thanks Daddy, it’s finally pink!”
All’s well that end’s well, I suppose and now without further ado take a look at the new pink bedroom fit for two little princesses, as well as the room before.