Well, it goes like this.
I lived in a cot in my own room from when I was born 'till about 2 years or something. Then I shared a room with my older sister. A couple of years later, my younger sister moved in with us. Then a couple of more years after that, my brother moved in to.
Think about it. India in a single bed. Eloise and I sharing a bunk and Micah in the small toddler bed, ALL in the one room!
And then after my other brother was too old for the cot he moved in, India moved into the once 'baby' room (finally she has a room of her own) the boys shared the room together, and Eloise and I moved downstairs into the rumpus/play room. Think about it again. A bunk bed, a cold big room, insects and mice. Not the ideal sleeping place but we coped for like a couple years. (or tried to at least)
Then, we moved to a new house, into a bigger home with 5 bedrooms. Ella and I shared again, but this time in an actual room of our own! We were ecstatic!
Two more years and a bit, Sophie's still in a cot (now almost three years old!) and she really needs to move out! So, we've been talking about it for awhile, but last weekend it became a reality! I moved out of the cozy room that Ella and I had shared for a long time and into MY OWN ROOM!!!!!
Oh, gosh I still can't believe it. I. have. my. own. room.
Over the space of two days, we did the big transfer. I moved out, Sophie moved in. She now shares the room with Ella in my bed, and I have her old room. a.k.a. the baby room.
Personally, I think it looks absolutely darling.
So without further ado, bring on the photos : )
This is the room when Sophie was living in it.