I love our playroom!

We bought our house back in 1997. It was built in 1974 and had been a rental for about 17 years, so it needed a lot of work.

The first thing we did was finish the basement (I cut and measured all the wall studs and Rob nailed them all in. We hired someone to do the drywall and electric, but did all the painting ourselves.)

The biggest room was a woodworking shop for Robert, but once we started having kids, it became increasingly noticeable that:

a) Rob had no time to build furniture down there
b) The kids could really use a playroom

So finally, in about Feb/March 2007, Rob sold/moved/rearranged a lot of his stuff and we carpeted the room and moved kids' stuff in there.

It is such a blessing.


We have one wall for assorted artwork. No more hanging stuff on the fridge for a week, then throwing it away!
The white shelf is what Rachael stands behind, like a sort of podium, when she is playing school and is the teacher.




Rob brought these shelves home from his office; they are GREAT!
I bought and labeled several bins: PlayDo, Beads, Markers, Sewing Stuff, Painting Stuff, Musical Instruments,etc.

Wow wow wow ... this is so much better than having things crammed in assorted closets and drawers.

Last week the playroom had a sign that said it was a Kindergarten classroom. The students' seats were arranged and labeled and the beanbag chair was even marked for "Time Out."

Yesterday the playroom was Villa Villakulla (Pippi Longstocking's home).

Yesterday evening it was a hospital. (American Girl dolls Julie and Mia both had scurvy. Rachael was the doctor, walking around writing things on a clipboard, and Rebecca was the nurse.)

This morning there is a clubhouse built in the corner. No boys allowed. I believe there's a sign that says is a boy comes in, they have to pay four dollars.