Here's the before pics.
It was flowers. I grew to love those flowers, and apparently he did too. He cried that I was "Ruining his room painting the flowers". Alas, I did paint afterall. A clean, unblemished white slate. And I put a few things on the wall.
You know, he did end up loving it. I overheard him burst into fits of giggles when he was trying to nap in there. Come on in, have a peek!
He loves his room.
And mama's glad one more room has that mama touch. I do enjoy the wall paper, but in all the rooms that I have not touched, it feels like we're living in someone else's house. Gradually, though, it's feeling more like ours. I'm thankful to live here, everyday. I don't think I'll ever get used to calling this place ours, I still can't believe it.