A few of my favorite things...

I have been silent for a brief period of time on this blog. Recovering from the bug that took over our lives was NOT easy or fun for anyone. Finally, we have reached a state of homeostasis and are ready to finish with our preparations for Baby Boy's arrival. Today was the first day that my energy and my desires aligned and nesting was able to be realized for several hours in a row. Mom and I even broke out the fabled hot glue gun of yesteryear's wedding preparation glory for the occasion!

The nursery is still not ready - Italian superstition still says it's too early to put up the crib or changing table. However, we have been working diligently to prepare as many other facets of his home outside of my body as possible.

I am so crazy proud of what we've done. I love that we have something that is individualized, customized to our loves, and a sign to our little boy that he was welcomed and loved, although unexpected (initially at least). My mother still doesn't get the poem we chose, but the Brooklyn Bridge is central to our little boy's future domain.

Nathaniel says that the baby will not know or understand what we've done in that room in many, many years - if ever. I told him that's not the point. The point is somehow to demonstrate the love that is growing alongside him in a way that is visible and measurable and able to communicate the level of dedication already present in my life to this child. I think we're on the road to a room that communicates a fraction of those things...

The before picture - and Papa doing what he does best.


The blue on the wall, with the Brooklyn Bridge becoming a reality.


Getting Closer...


The final Brooklyn Bridge. Please forgive the TV... unless of course, you want to buy it!


Custom curtains, courtesy of Nani... deciding how we want to fasten them... feel free to vote... A part of the verse is above the window that Papa nearly killed himself cleaning.


A chest for toys, refinished to match the furniture we're getting. Thanks, Aunt Erin.


This rocking chair is where several issues will be rocked away. This chair is nearly 100 years old, from my father's mother's side of the family. I has been a million different colors - pink, yellow, black, natural - and the seat has been reupholstered several times. I love that our Baby Boy is going to be comforted and nourished in the seat of his heritage - and that Papa's upholstery skills made it look good enough to stand up next to the new crib!


One of the things I love most - we made the baby his very own mobile. Based on color, not on a theme, we made up our own vision for what Baby Boy will be entertained by as he avoids sleep on any occasion in our near future. I had SUCH a blast making this... and mom got to break out that famous hot glue gun! Win win!


Baby boy's closet is getting organized. We're going to need some more clothing, though :)


Again, another thing that I COMPLETELY love is the blankie we made for Baby Boy out of a scrap of Utah Jazz fabric we found on the last trip to Salt Lake City. We're currently seeking out the Yankees material that will help us create the baseball counterpart.

I'll write more later about the very real and potentially entertaining psychotic fears I am regularly experiencing... the newsletters say they are typical, but as compared to reality, they are more just pure entertainment. For now, I'm going to do another craft... in the name of love, of course!