it has started. the kid is sucking every ounce of free time, and it’s still tucked safely inside the melon i swallowed. i guess it’s not really the kid’s fault, he or she probably doesn’t care all that much about the environment he lives in, so long as there’s a boob and fresh diapers and maybe a singalong every now and then. nope, it’s mama’s ego that demands a really really special nursery that goes with the vibe of the rest of the house, will grow with the baby, and even accomodate another one down the line should that be something we’re interested in.
here’s an early glimpse at initial nursery projects: walls prepped for a handpainted wallpaper, new-to-us dresser ready for a cleaning and drawer lining (nothing fancy really, a chunky stained pine piece found at our favorite consignment furniture store), and a steamer trunk from brandon’s ancestors that will be reimagined into a toy chest. not pictured is a glider that is in line to be reupholstered, a closet organizer, shallow bookshelves, and a changing pad frame…wish us luck and energy, will you?