He's Not A Baby AnymoreBeth Anne Ballance
Harrison is almost three years old and he has the attitude and stride to prove it. Daredevil jumps? Cheeky retorts? Picky eating? Check, check, check. He’s a toddler through-and-through although I still cling to the idea that he’s my baby.
My sweet little swaddled, refluxy baby with the gummy smiles and neck snuggles.
Oh, wait. He hasn’t been that baby for well over two years.
But I have to be honest, it didn’t hit me just how big he is until we moved and I began decorating his new room. It punched me right in the gut that he’s a little boy and not a baby anymore…
Gone is the changing table. We’re nearing the end of potty training and simply don’t need that piece of furniture. Instead, he has a taller blue dresser.
Hello, toys. He has a play workbench and stuffed animals and toy car storage instead of blankets and burp cloths.
Goodbye, boats. He wanted the “balls” (aka paper lanterns) from his old playroom to be hung from the ceiling, rather than his boat mobile.
A reading corner. He’s at the age where he’ll “read” books to himself now, so we set up a space by the window.
It’s a mish-mash of decoration. His nursery was nautical because I picked out the theme. Now it’s an aqua color with giraffes and buses and Curious George because those are the things he loves best.
How does your toddler’s room differ from the nursery?
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