Friday, February 03, 2012

Why Yes, I Am Writing a Letter to a Room In My Trenches

Dear Playroom,

It is with bittersweet nostalgia that I compose this ode to you.  You have been there for us from the very beginning--from the time we moved into our Trenches when I was 4 months pregnant with our firstborn.  At first, you were an office.  A dreary space with a lone desk and some random furniture.  But that didn't last for long, as new baby boy after new baby boy joined our family.

In 2005, you were filled with an array of primary colors and numerous baby toys.  The Matchbox car collection took up an entire corner of your space.  The bookcase was filled with easy-to-manipulate baby books.  And drool.  There was a LOT of drool in 2005:


In 2006, you had a little bit of plastic surgery, Playroom.  We gave you a door.  This allowed the boyz to run FULL CIRCLES around the house!  Oh the joys!

(What do you mean I didn't childproof very well?  See, there's a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs!  Just pay no mind to the infant perched precariously on the ladder next to the exposed light socket...)

Year after year, Playroom, you were a constant.  A constant of toys, trains, books and games.

In 2009, electronic devices and sporting equipment started to infiltrate your space:


And in 2010, a keyboard was introduced, along with the resurgence of building blocks and little boys who no longer looked quite so little anymore:

And so, Playroom, this brings us to 2012.  A new year.  New beginnings.  And new ideas for our Trenches.  It's not that we don't need you anymore, Playroom, because we do.  You are just being relocated.  To the entire basement.  You see, the boyz got an Xbox for Christmas, and it's hooked up to the basement TV.  The basement (formerly "Mantown" which Hubby has grudgingly conceded is no longer) is now the new play space for our boyz who are no longer newborns, babies, toddlers or preschoolers. 

And you, formerly well-loved Playroom?  Are getting a makeover!  We thank you for your manymanymany years of service.

Love,
Sarah

6 comments:

WhisperingWriter said...

Nice!

I wish this house had a playroom. Dang small military housing..

Lisa said...

Aww, that makes me sad!! It goes too fast!!

Tara said...

OMG - I have such PLANS for the playroom. I'm even thinking that we could move the stuff out of it to their bedrooms! Oh, I can't wait until we no longer have a playroom!! P.s. Yours is beautiful, both as a playroom and today!

Rechad said...

It is the awesome time of life that will never back in complete life..!
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Becca said...

We have a place place but I want to have like this playroom for my boys.'Cos my living room is always messy with their toys..
i like it!!

Rebecca @ Unexplained X2 said...

omg...you could have your very own room! i'm sooooo jealous.

ours is already down in our basement, so i don't think i'll be getting my own room until we move...sigh.

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