Nursery Update #3

Week 32. Eight weeks to go. Or less, if you are a betting woman like myself. I'm going to go on record as saying that Kelli won't make it all 40 weeks. More like 38ish. After many contractions, and recently flunking her glucose tolerance test, I'm betting that Jack is going to find his way out early, one way or another. Wait until he finds out how cold it is in Iowa right now, and he'll be wishing he stayed another month or two!

In the meantime, we are making progress finishing up various projects around the house. We've successfully cleaned out the office, and just yesterday I got the mural up on Jack's wall. Daron asked why we needed a mural, and I tried to explain the concept of whimsical and fun. Odd, because Daron is the most "fun" person I know. How could he not get the mural? If it had been a 7 foot Death Star, I might have been speaking his language. Clearly the area I was NOT speaking his language was the hip/inspirational vinyl quote I had ordered to put on one of the walls, which was promptly vetoed as "weird" because babies can't read. Yes, but moms who are up at 3am feeding babies can read, and would have pondered that quote in the wee hours of the morning. I shall have to settle for being less hip, and less inspired.

So here's the room as of yesterday:


We are about 99% finished. Just a couple little details like a changing pad and wipes, diapers, lotions, etc. I'm sure that with the showers coming up, those things will appear in abundance. For those of you that are curious, the tree was ordered off of ETSY.com , and was fairly reasonable. Just search for "vinyl art." It applies to just about any surface and peels off easily when you're tired of it. I say fairly reasonable, because when I weighed the benefit of easy vinyl vs. my embarrassingly childlike painting skills, it seemed more than reasonable to me.

I fully expect in about 5 years to be tearfully peeling this lovely tree off the wall in favor of a 7 foot Death Star. But until then, I'm going to enjoy this sweet room, and sweet baby, and savor every little minute. Quote or no quote.

Elisa