The measurements of Dalton's height that we've made sure to mark on every birthday...As I was packing away his room...taking down his wall decals...removing the curtains I made...I sat down and cried for like 10 minutes. I know it's just a room and just a house...but it's also a part of our family. (Remember I'm woman I can be sappy) I can barely tell you what Dalton's room looked like when we bought our home 6 1/2 years ago...but I can tell you I started working on that room to make it a nursery about 2 weeks before I found out I was pregnant. We sanded floors, refinished them...painted the room in neutral colors and awaited the birth of our first child...it was ready about 5 months before he was due. I remember running into his room at every sound, nursing him the creaky rocker, pulling out all of his toys for him to play with before he knew what playing was. I remember keeping his room spotless...I wanted it to look just perfect. Right now it's spotless again and that makes me sad. While I'm excited for the adventures of his new room (and yes I'll probably still be arguing with him to clean it) I'm gonna miss all the memories this room brings. The measurements have now been painted over...but you better believe the first thing I do is find the perfect place in his closet to put them back up!