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You can really let your imagination run wild when you’re creating your child’s bedroom. With a few simple touches, you can transform the space and ensure it’s both fun and a great place to get a good night’s sleep. Here are some top tips to help you along the way.
1) Create a play area
All children’s bedrooms need a play area. Don’t worry if you’re lacking in square footage. There’s always a way to fit a play space into these rooms, even if where they sleep takes up a lot of room. For instance, it’s now easy to buy raised children’s beds, and these items free up more floor space.
2) Be savvy with storage
Because your tot’s likely to have tons of toys, it’s important to include plenty of storage in the room. If your child goes to bed with items strewn across the floor, they may find it hard to relax and switch off, and this can stop them from getting all-important shuteye. Full height shelving is great if you’ve got a mountain of toys to store.
3) Play around with color and theme
Be bold with color too. While good old magnolia may be OK in other parts of your house, you can afford to play around with different hues in your kid’s bedroom. If your child’s old enough, get them to choose their favorite colors.
Bear in mind that bedrooms are also crying out for a theme. All youngsters are obsessed with something. Whether your tot’s into dinosaurs, princesses, cars, animals or anything else, make sure you reflect this in their bedroom.
4) Make it pet-friendly
Kids love dogs and cats and if you have one of these pets in your home, make sure it feels welcome in your child’s room. The simple addition of a basket will encourage your family’s four-legged friend to spend time in the space.
5) Get creative with lighting
Good lighting is a must in children’s bedrooms. As well as lamps and wall or ceiling lights, it’s helpful to include a skylight. These comforting illuminations could help your little one to nod off at night.
6) Channel your child’s inner artist
To add a personal touch to the room, encourage your youngster to get stuck into some art. By displaying their creations on the walls, you’ll give your child a sense of pride and satisfaction.
As well as making sure your kid’s room looks the part, you’ve got to think about comfort. We all know how difficult it is to deal with tired and grumpy tots, and bedroom design can play an important role in helping children to get sufficient sleep. Make sure you choose warm and comfy bedding and opt for window dressings that block out enough light.
By following these basic design principles, you should find it easy to create the perfect bedroom for your youngster.
It all begun back in the olden days, before I blogged or had a very posh camera or Instagram was even invented…
My son started painted oil paintings.
He painted one at two years old, one at three and one just before he turned four.
Last week he asked for a new canvas to complete his quadriptych ( his favorite number is four as you all know. )
As soon as it arrived he went to work.
Today we decided to hang them.
I laid them out to what I thought was the best grouping, but the artist disagreed.
And arranged them the way he wanted.
From top left, clockwise:
Mess made by a tornado (Little J, 2010)
Tornado (Little J, 2011)
Mess made by volcanic eruption (Little J, 2011)
Erupting Volcano (Little J, 2012)
I am so proud of him.
And the fact that he spend most of the evening sitting under his art work makes me think he is rather proud of himself too.
Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
As you all know I grew up with my grandparents.
On the weekends they often had their friends over, Mr. and Mrs. Kavcic. My grandma used to work with the lady and her husband was a farmer. Good, honest people. They usually arrived after dinner and I would sit at the table while they had coffee and played catch up. I loved eavesdropping on their discussions about politics and economy. Then I would say my goodnights and be send to bed. The game of cards was about to begin.
They would play tarok. It is a very interactive and competitive game and because teams are made up differently each time the banter between players is brilliant. It was at least in our house. I used to sneak out of bed, walk across the long hallway of our old apartment and hide behind the closed kitchen door. And listen. They were so funny and full of life. Not the kind of people I knew, serious and old-fashioned, with strict rules and all around adult and responsible behavior. They laughed and shouted, they teased each other and banged on the table as cards fell down on the antique wood.
It was a very rare time for me to peak into lives of my parents. Sure I lived with them and after my grandfather retired when I was six the three of us were always together. But it was old school parenting. They never played with me tea parties or did crafts. I followed my grandpa around doing things he did or liked. I played by myself. Or went outside to the playground and played with other children. It was different. And sometimes I think that it might have been better.
I often wonder if my son really thinks of me as an adult. Sure he says I am old, a lot. But does he understand the difference between adults and children? Like the other day when he said to me we should punish daddy for being late. Or ignoring my plea to put his socks on for the 13th time. Was I like that? I doubt I would have gotten away with it.
A few weeks ago my husband invited his colleague and old friend whom he has not seen in years over for dinner while he was visiting town. It was close to Little J’s bed time so after we ate I excused us and went upstairs to get him ready for the night. He brushed his teeth and put his PJ’s on and I asked if he wants to go down to say good bye to Daddy’s friend.
From the top of the stairs I heard him say:
“It was nice meeting you. Hope you come back to visit us soon. Good night.”
He pinched some popcorn and came back up. I tucked him in and kissed him good night.
I think my grandpa would be proud.