Big Boy Gets a New Room

I remember it like it was yesterday - only it wasn't, it was eight years ago.

I took a weekend trip to visit my friend Jennifer in Alabama - her new home. I was HUGE pregnant. It is affectionately remembered as the "eating trip." My friend April drove us there and we stopped at every gas station from here to there in search of the right salty snack, or a sweet candy treat, or an icee. Then, in Alabama there was frozen yogurt and Chick Fil A cool wraps. A trip of cravings.

While I was away, Tommy and my family painted the room that was to be the nursery. The walls went from white to light blue. And, the John Lennon Carters nursery print that I had picked out went from darling comforters to characters on the wall.

Uncle Brian painted a squirrel.

Daddy made this tree, that later became our own growth chart - with handprints each year to measure their heights.

There was the giraffe - and the bugs that Aunt Ashleigh, Aunt Nikki and both the Nana's helped to stamp in glow in the dark paint all over the room.

The elephant that was by my rocker where I nursed each of the kids at ungodly hours of the night.

And, my favorite - the story time tree that says "Love Daddy" etched in black ink in a heart.

I watched the nursery transform via internet pictures. No paint fumes anywhere near this pregnant mama - nope, the daddy sent me across state lines to be sure. Such a worry wart he is!

When Xander turned four he started to ask us to re-do his room - into a big boy room. The crib and toddler bed had been long gone by then. I said "sure, we'll do a superman room!"

But, I just couldn't. Couldn't bear to paint over these walls. Couldn't bear to accept that my baby was growing up. Just couldn't.

Now, two years since then, I just couldn't tell him no. Again.

So, big boy superman room here we come.

I will confess I could barely stand to watch the transformation without sobbing. I threw myself into buying new sheets, hunting down frames for comic books, anything but standing in the midst of the room..........watching.

But, now that the project is complete and the room really shouts "Xander" - I can't imagine it looking any other way.

His deks - complete with his own art work hanging above it.

His bed - vintage superman sheets, a superman pillow with his name on it, and his daddy's old comic books framed and hung on the walls.

The happiest little boy ever.

Xman!

And, to watch over him when he sleeps (slight chuckle for those who know Xman's sleeping habits) - Superman himself - or at least the pinata version!