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