Pride (In The Name of New Shelves)

A few weeks ago we ordered some new shelves for Monet's room. I had been asking, well really, nagging is more the word, Lyndon that she needed some bigger shelves than what she originally had. Her room is constantly a mess with books and toys and I was getting sick of walking into a bomb-hit room. Now I know how my mum must have felt when my room was messy. *smirk*

So we ordered shelves. Ones that I had been spying for ages.

And they arrived last week. In a flat box.

I'm glad Lyndon is very handy when it comes to these type of things. I'm no good at understanding packaging diagrams and if I had to put something together it would take me literally hours to build. I've done that before, but now I leave things like that to Lyndon. I'm sure he enjoys the challenge. *chuckle, chuckle*

After Lyndon assembled them, I helped move them into Monet's room, then I packed them with her toys and books. Her room looks a hell of a lot cleaner and we all love them...

...so much in fact, we are flirting with the idea of purchasing more for our living area.

Monet has been taking a bit more pride in her room now. She spends minutes, oh I meant, hours, lingering through her books and then, believe it or not, putting them back on her shelves. (I wonder how long that will last?)

This morning I was busy vacuuming when Monet asked if she could vacuum her room.

It seems as if the Little One is taking a bit more pride in her bedroom. I wonder how much more pride she'll take in her room when we get around to buying her a bedhead for her bed, along with a new Dora the Explorer doona cover? (They are on our, well really, my, list to buy...) Hmm....