Non-Nursery Nursery Inspiration

When I was young I used to watch My Fair Lady constantly. I was always so offended when Professor Higgins would shout, "Why can't a woman be more like a man?"

But lately, I find myself voicing a similar complaint.

"Why can't a nursery be more like a fun kid's room?"


I might be the only woman in the world who isn't a huge fan of traditional baby nurseries. Pastel colors and sugary sweet themes aren't totally my thing. But THIS room, now this is a room to love.

These pics come courtesy of Meg over at Whatever. She decorated this room as a guest-room/play-room for her kids. I love it. I love the bright colors. I love the fun fabric. I love all the vintage/thrifty finds. Maybe a nursery CAN be more like a kid's room.

P.S. And THANK YOU for all the fun nursery links yesterday. There were some great ones, and I got a lot of inspiration!

Boy or Girl?

The baby kicked me last week.

Hard.

Matt felt it with his hand.

It was very cool.

Also, I'm wearing this green scarf all the time.

It fits my mood.

Happy.

We're off to find out the big question today.

Boy or girl?

A Chalkboard Announcement

And her name is Jane.

Three Babies, Three Months

These are my sisters-in-law (and niece Elizabeth).

We're all pregnant.

That's right.

Three babies in three months.

Elizabeth is pretty stoked about the whole situation.

She's also taking her role very seriously.

I told her, "You'll have to watch over your little sister and cousins."

She responded, "Yes, and tell if they're bad."

I feel much better knowing she's on the job.

Needless to say, my mother-in-law, Saint Linda, is beyond ecstatic.

Three grand-babies in three months.
But I solemnly vow that their hair will be more combed this baby doll.

Unless Jane takes after her Aunt Rebecca.

Hetty Dumpty

I'm doing my best to chill out, mostly because I know life is about to take on a manic speed once the holiday slide past. So Mabel and I are spending time in pajamas. Actually, her fur coat is way snazzier than my pink cotton pj's.

Also, my back is killing me, so chilling is a mandatory. No one tells you when you get pregnant, "Hey, that whole "Humpty Dumpty" story? Yeah, they lied. He was really a she. Her name was Hetty Dumpty. And she was pregnant, so her entire center of gravity shifted in a 24 hour period. But she didn't fall off a wall. Her back was hurting and then she tripped walking flat footed across the living room floor."

I also unpacked these guys. I bought them on sale last year in January. It was like a regift to myself.

Storms have been moving in and out of the state.

This one took the last of our fall leaves.

I was sorry to see them go.

The yellow morning glow in our bedroom was wonderful.

I've been thinking about the nursery. And all that baby stuff we're going to need. It's pretty darn exciting. But I'll wait a little longer before the real nursery work begins. If anyone needs me, I'll be sitting on a yoga ball in the den.