B and I have finally started to get our heads around Little Bean’s bedroom. When we first moved to the countryside, the smallest bedroom instantly became a playroom for A. Ah yes, the ever popular playroom also known as, The Store Room, Junk Room, Throw-it-in-there Room. A place to toss unloved toys into mangled boxes from Ikea, with hard Play Doh and bits of random toys. I’m not sad to see this room disappear and funnily enough either is A. She helped me gut the room, clear out the junk, the unwanted toys and retrieve once loved but forgotten toys back into a more suitable place in her bedroom. Of course, this meant rearranging A’s bedroom furniture around (more times than once because I’m quite indecisive) to fit more storage in for toys she simply can’t part with yet. The baby’s room is still a shell (a shell full of junk), but at least we’ve started.