We are probably the world's biggest, most indecisive procrastinators, so to say that it takes us a long time to complete big projects could be called the understatement of the year.
And the nursery was nothing if not a big project.
So, I think I was about three months pregnant when we started talking about it. First, we thought we'd do something traditional, like Pooh Bear. But that seemed too expected.
Then, we thought we'd do it up like a tropical retreat - in honor of the vacations we'll no longer get to take. But we couldn't find a mural we really liked. Plus, those puppies are expensive.
Finally, I just started flipping through paint chips, and promptly fell in love with the most difficult to match color palette ever. But the result? Is totally worth it.
As you can see, Brian added his artistic touch, both behind the crib and over the closet.
I chose such unexpected colors (i.e. not pink, brown, or lavender), we couldn't find a single piece of bedding, or curtains, or anything else in the stores that would match them. And believe me, we looked. Luckily, Grandma Foulkrod is a whiz with the sewing machine.
And as a final touch, we put our most fervent wish for our family's future sanity right above the door.
So, no matter how unprepared we feel to actually fulfill our duties as parents, at least we know that when we put her down to sleep, she'll have a gorgeous place from which to wonder, "who are these people, and when will my real Mommy and Daddy arrive?"