What's new? A room of "her" own

Whenever I find myself trying to escape writing I know the time has come when I most need it. The feeling sick and tired is sometimes an excuse, the need to look for interesting ideas to do with my toddler is often another excuse. But I know M really deserves my keeping trace of all the new things she's doing and the changes that occur in her life.
We have done a great deal of socializing lately, spent time with the extended family, visited friends with kids, held play dates. Of all her relations with other children, M seems to prefer older girls and I wonder where does she draw the line. Does she see a 3-y-o girl as an equal, a 6 y-o? Today the lady who helps us with the cleaning came with her daughter and she and M spent the morning playing. Her ways were sensible and girly at the same time, and although she is only 11, she is almost taller than me, and certainly taller than her mum. I wonder what's that to M? Is a very tall girl still an equal, or a very small adult still an adult? Does a toddler care at all? Isn't the way they feel treated the most important thing? It might have been that the girl felt a bit shy but I've seen her treating M very respectfully, not pushing her to do things or reprimanding anything. And M must have felt very comfortable 'cause she has told her she wanted to use the potty, which she has successfully done, not a common thing when she is with strangers. 
My girl surprises me almost every day. Upon hearing the sound of eggs being whisked from a distance she started shouting "egg, egg" -one of her favorite foods-, and although she had already had supper, nobody could convince her of going to bed without having an omelette first.
There are several things that get her excited and that's so nice to witness; she loves hearing bells striking, which doesn't happen often since we don't have a bell tower nearby. 

She loves her colors, which she asks for several times a day, her pom-poms, for which I really need more ideas if I don't want to have them spread all over once and again, making castles of blocks, a brand-new thing. She also enjoys playing in the sandbox from time to time but to my surprise it is no favorite of hers.

At the beginning of the summer she seemed to be scared of big pools but after several afternoons of pool time, she shyly likes what she calls "jumpin', dancin', splashin'" in water.
But of all the novelties, the new bedroom is perhaps the biggest change. After seeing her face lighten up when entering a friend's own bedroom, I thought it might be the time she would like to have a bedroom of her own. Without any pressure from our part for her to use it, we set up a simple room with a beautiful hand-painted wooden bed, lots of cushions, another mattress on the floor -just in case-, an improvised bedside table with a lamp, and her rocking duck. We also moved there her bedtime basket, which includes several bedtime books, a stuffed moon her aunt made, and a music box. This was about a month ago and she has been sleeping there just fine. She really seems to love her bedroom and can be found there sometimes, often rocking on her duck.
I will post some pictures when I've learnt how to upload them from my cell phone...
I think the change was definitely more difficult for me than for her, specially since bedtime is spent with her dad since "we" weaned. But I am finding ways to get our cuddling moments. Several nights I have been able to get her to sleep laying by her side and singing lullabies, and I often move to her mattress on the floor after my 5.30-6 a.m. visit to the toilet, so we can wake up together. I am just grateful for those moments. She usually awakens very well-rested and contented and loves hugging me and saying her "maahmaa" in a sweet tone.