I picked him up from After School last night: and he started The Santa Talk. Yep. Luckily, he can have the joy of “playing” Santa as I did with my younger brother. In fact, the conversation ended with him relishing getting to eat the Santa Cookies next year.
Yesterday, I spent some time putting up posters in my son’s room. These posters not only signal his on-going obsession with all things Star Wars—it also signaled another stage in his growth.



This room started off as a Gaming Room—one where we had put a card table up, had board games and bookcases of books and gaming stuff.
It became my son’s nursery – with Baby Looney Tunes being the theme—here is the last remains of that scheme (kept on the wall by me since the beginning):

Then there was the short lived Transportation Theme—as signaled by this last remain (the light switch):

The picture is a framed drawing from kindergarten.
The longest themed – Spongebob.

Here is what my husband and I tore off this weekend:

And, as I put up the new room décor, I found this artifact, hidden away behind the turtle’s aquarium:

I still have more to remove and add to this new incarnation of this room. But as I started, it felt bittersweet to be doing this. It will probably be the last time I actually have much say in it at all. I am slowly going to take away the artifacts of previous rooms, the ages of my son fast forwarding toward the 9 ½ year old in front of me. The 10 year old (and the teenager--brrr..) not too far from reality—