The room at the end of the hall...

C. S. Lewis wrote to his Godchild after writing her the story "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" and said, "My Dear Lucy, I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books". I have had the same realization now that we have completed our playroom. Little girls grow quickly, and before you know it, they are ducking their heads as they walk through the door of our playhouse.

There is so much to love about this room. For starters, I love that my husband was willing to tear off the roof of half of our house in order to "go up" with a playroom addition. I love that I told this cute carpenter of mine that I would really like some kind of built in house in the playroom, and he said, "okay, let's make it two stories high". I love that when it was all done, I needed power to the upstairs of the playhouse to hang white lights, and so he spent a late night pulling power for me.

I love that I ignored the sensible part of my brain that was telling me not to paint anything on those walls, because one day I would have to paint over it...which of course I will, but who cares. I am not an artist, I wing everything I do, but my girls do not know the difference in art that "real artists" create, and the sketches that their mom creates, so who cares. It's child-like and fun and my kids are only children in a playroom for a very short amount of time.

I love that they love to play in it. I hear a lot of people say that their children will not play in playrooms...I have not had that experience. My kids play hard in this room.

I love that they would rather wear dress-up clothes than real clothes, especially Caroline, but even Ella!

I love that we have a "wall of fame", as my blogger friend Edie calls them.

An aerial view...

You know you want to paint these shoes in your daughter's room, I'm tempted to paint them in my room...

Playing hard...

Sleeping hard after playing hard...

And finally, just keeping it real...See you on Friday...