Hold On To Your Ovaries, It's Nursery Time...

The frog nursery is complete! Wah! I’m only mad that neither our crappy 2008 camera nor the phone is doing the room justice.  I think it’s so much cuter in real life.  And I hang out in there all the time.  Not doing anything specific.  Just gazing like a creeper.

Uhh, let’s see.  Remember the dresser? I stripped the wallpaper and gave it a second makeover for baby.  Actually I’m now realizing it was kind of fugly before, so I think this is its best look yet.  Yay dresser.  Oh, and my clothes now reside in a $35 Rubbermaid thing from Wal-Mart that lives in the walk in closet.  My first act of mommy martyrdom!  The curtains are teal seersucker made by my Mom.  (Thanks Mom!) The crib I am ashamed to say is one of the cheapest that Babies R Us had to offer, but it was extremely well reviewed (including many veteran parents who said they bought some crazy expensive thing the first time around and found this to be just as good).  It really looks great though, and I like simple things anyway so… Yay crib.

Feeding/snuggling nook right inside the door…and a cameo by the Sleep Sheep! (Thank you Auntie Michele!) (I love that thing already).

The room is super tiny and the chair cramps things a little more than I would have liked, but as I understand it babies are pretty obsessed with rocking so this needed to happen.  The afghan was knitted for me a long time ago by my Great Grandma.  She passed away when I was in college (at 102!).  Thanks Mom Mom!

The other wall…

The picture frames obviously need stuffed which will happen after his newborn pictures.  But I’ve been so OCD with the nesting that I needed them to just be on the wall in the meantime so it felt put together.  Previously, they were on the wall with just the stock placeholder picture left in them, which happened to be ballerina slippers.  Jeff, in an adorable men-bless-their-hearts kind of moment, was like “that’s not really what’s supposed to be in them, right?”.  Uhh no, I did not frame a picture of ballerina slippers with a text box that says 11×14 matted to fit 8×10.  “OK, cause I know Frogson is his own person or whatever, but we’re not putting ballerina slippers on his wall.”   (Again with the blessing of the heart).  Also up there are Jeff’s footprints circa 1983-1984 (ADORBS) that we had framed, and… a little name teaser for you!

Enough boring wall crap.  I always like seeing the behind-the-scenes guts of people’s rooms.  I repeat: I’m a creeper.

Tranquil Turtle! (Thank you Auntie Gracie).  Another thing I love already.  And some stuff for baby to play with when he’s stuck on the changing table.  Babies like that, right?

Let’s take a journey into the dresser contents…

YEP.  We’re cloth diapering like crazy hippie people.  Frogson, I hope some day you will look back and thank me for ensuring your excellent virility in adulthood.  For real don’t ask me anything else about cloth diapers though, because I pretty much 100% stole the system/product recommendations from my Earth Mother Idol, Emily at Oh Apostrophe. 

We’ve opted for the Platinum Deluxe Hippie Parent Package and are cloth wiping too.  (Again, thanks Emily!) What the heck, we had a surplus of wash cloths.  Why not.  So we have a spray for baby’s diaper region (tocks), and a spray to go on the diaps which apparently keeps them non-stinky.  (PLEASE WORK).  Pretty much my only parental goal right now is to not accidentally spray the baby’s butt with the wrong bottle.

Does everyone have a firm grasp of their ovaries? BABY CLOTHES ARE SO CUTE.  I didn’t even know how cute until now.  SO MUCH CUTENESS.

We’re ready for you, sweet boy!

(And one last shout out to all our wonderful friends and family who gifted us many of these fixings.  It does take a village!)