My Mattie turned 11 yesterday.
It's hard to reconcile the 11 year old with the smiling pink little bundle I brought home from a Boston hospital...the baby who was so angelic that I had to ask my mother if I should wash her clothes when I changed her into her pajamas because they were still so clean...the baby who slept through the night from about the first night on...who sat with a basket of books at age one and amused herself for hours...the little girl I cannot remember ever throwing a temper tantrum....who loved school from the moment she began at age four...who had the cutest imaginary friends named Curtsy, The Stinker, and the the Skunk Family....who is so remarkably good she has only gotten in trouble at school only once...who makes me laugh with her fantastical ideas...who is as cool as her father and as creative as her grandma, who just this week asked me if she was normal because she is always done with her schoolwork first and fastest....well....maybe its not so hard to reconcile after all. It just went by so fast. She is such a help to us...unloading the dishwasher ever night, watching her siblings, helping at church, learning to cook. I was determined to give this sweet girl a wonderful birthday present:
So I planned her surprise room redo. The minute she left for school, I dug in to the plan. But by 10 a.m. I was ready to sit down and cry. By then, a bagel had gotten caught in the toaster and sent plumes of sickening black smoke through the house. I realized with disgust that the upstairs air conditioner was broken...again. The paint I chose to paint the ceiling...and painting ceilings is something I detest...was all wrong....it clashed with everything. And the desk I was trying to spray paint was covered in runs. At that point, I was pretty sure there was no way I could possibly finish on time and I was utterly discouraged. Running to the store for more paint meant getting cleaned up and wasting more time. It didn't look good.
Robb came home early to help me load in the room. I had uncharacteristically planned where everything should go so I could bark out orders while hanging the bulletin board I made from a ceiling tile, and positioning the paper lanterns I found on clearance at Pier One. New bedskirt, sheets, and the bedspread I dyed the day before, plus the pillow cover I sewed really came together on the bed, and the new plants look super cute. The end result, as you can see, has a great retro vibe that is not to little -girlish and not too grown up. Her dad is tempted to hang out in the seating area to watch an old movie with the kids and I am tempted by the craft table. All of the bright colors she loves pop against the white walls and ceiling.
Little did she know that before she had birthday cake, she would open her very own cell phone. We probably went a little over the top, but this sweet girl deserved it.