That La Kid

wishin' an' hopin'!

room to grow

I don’t usually like to overwhelm you with two posts in one day, and odds are I won’t be able to think of anything to write about tomorrow because I talked your ear (eyes) off today.

I worked on the nursery before we left for Charlottesville on Friday and just can’t wait to show you how it’s going, although a smart Wendy would wait for the big TA-DA in a week or so when it’s done.

It was a big help for me psychologically to get something going.  I feel less depressed.  I’ve been complaining this whole time, “geez, if only I had a dresser!”  But now, I’m all, “Well, there’s nothing wrong with his outfits hanging up in the closet…”  So we have an adorable, practically empty, dresser.

BUT I STILL LIKE HAVING IT!

I can’t wait to pick up the matching one and the toy box.  And the crib.  And, hey, I need to finish sanding and repainting the changing table that we bought waaaay the heck back in February.

But back to my little success story… most people buy a set of stuff that’s beautifully coordinated and create nurseries that look like catalog pages.  (I’m talking about you Kinsey Parham! …not that you’ll read this.)  I’ve always had trouble with this.  Let’s say I pick out that adorable Baby Simba jungle motif that’s out right now.  Well, then where do Mickey and Goofy go?  Most toys are brilliant primary colors, and I want them to look like they have a home in Mr. Happy’s room.  I’ve tried really hard not to be all matchy-matchy, but to keep it coordinated.  Let’s see how things are going…

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craft all the things!

We have so many pictures to hang on the walls!!!  Yesterday we found the Ark of the Covenant: a box full of pictures big and small from the Virginia house that had been wasting away in the garage for a year and a half.  I can’t wait to unpack my life!!!

Okay, I have been waiting, and waiting for this.

Basically, you buy as much food as you want in the cafeteria at Ikea, and then use it as a coupon on your purchase of $100+.  With a nursery to furnish, I was like, “How AWESOME would it be if everyone that is coming to the baby shower goes with us to Ikea to buy the $800 worth of baby crap and WE ALL eat for free?!?!?!”

Not happening.  Eat for Free is the weekend before the shower.  Womp wah.  And as it turns out, that’s a VA weekend for us.

However!

However, there IS a silver lining!

My dad needs to come down here and hang up my Mickey Mouse chandelier and take care of some other electrical work before the shower.  So, I think I conned the family into coming down after the UVA game on Saturday.  We can buy part of the Baby La Collection and at least Mom, Dad, Tom and I will eat for free!  (Squirt can have some free Texas toast, I guess, as this only applies to the restaurant, not the food stand near the exit that sells the pizza.)

We had a busy day around here yesterday.  My beef isn’t with opening boxes and putting things away.  I just don’t want to take everything up and down the stairs.  Tom is perfectly willing to take stuff to where it needs to go, but he doesn’t know where that is.  Match made in Heaven!

I actually emptied one of those under-bed storage containers, which has been full of junk (art supplies and cards and pictures) since maybe high school?  Middle school?  There was some college junk in there, too, so who knows.  Anyway – it’s totally empty now.  All the cards are in boxes with other cards.  The pictures are in boxes with other pictures and the art supplies are all sorted into their appropriate bins.

I told Tom that my Art Closet is a dream come true.

“You want crayons, here’s the crayons!  Glitter, what color?  Seashells?  There’s a box for that.”  It’s like my own personal Michael’s Arts & Craft store in the hallway, and it makes me want to get crafty RIGHT NOW.  Now I understand why people get so excited about organization.  It’s really a beautiful thing.  My whole life has been, “dammit, I knew there was a glue stick in here somewhere!”  And now I can just go to the glue bin!  (Or the hot glue gun/sticks bin, depending on the kind of glue stick to which I was referring.)  (Was that the proper use of which?)

I think I’m going to go stand in front of my art closet for a few minutes.  Kirk out.

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