One of my favorite ways to decorate is buying cool sheets of wrapping paper from Paper Source and framing it as artwork. These are supposed to be on the walls of Greyson’s room (which are instead sitting in our dining room for this picture) but we have yet to complete a thought and finish putting his room together. He’s the second kid?! I’m afraid to even tell you that he’s sleeping on a purple crib sheet right now. I don’t even know when I last fed him because he’s just so laid back and rarely cries. I keep telling him to speak up if he doesn’t want to get left in the car at Dunkin’ Donuts again but he just grins, gurgles, coos and falls back asleep. His only goal in life is to make me copy noises back to him that sound like I’m choking on a chicken bone.
If you’re still slow to catch on, nothing stresses this kid out. Which is why I won’t be able to fault him when he’s still living at home at the age of 40. After coming home from meeting with his therapist at that point, no doubt he’s going to look at me and shout
“HELLO! YOU ONLY USED CHEAP WRAPPING PAPER TO DECORATE MY ROOM.”
Geez. OK, I’ll go buy some paint. I don’t know why this had to turn so ugly so fast.
