The Nursery

Tommy's nursery is really just one side of Cozy's room. All little kids have to be in that room, since it is conveniently located across the hall from my room. I can't be trudging up stairs in the middle of the night. (...and little naughties, who like to climb in my bed and sleep on my feet, should also probably not be navigating stairs in their half-awake mode.)

Does Tommy actually sleep in the nursery?

As my husband predicted - no.

Not yet. I just can't banish my sweet little babies to another room.

They want their mama and she wants them.

Why fight it?

Anyhoooo....Tom's side of the room and his baby quilt are based on the colors in this adorable children's book. The illustrations are just lovely.

I bought the book, planning to take it apart and frame a few pages...but I couldn't bring myself to deface the book. So, I bought some individual pages off of some other book-defacer. :)

We have baby raccoons getting a bath on the wall.

The frames with that weird  couple you don't recognize....those will someday hold Tommy baby pictures...assuming that I ever get that done. Either that or he will grow up believing those are long-lost relatives.

Flower ribbon isn't too cute for boys....right?

And Funny Bunny hangs over the reading chair.....

....perfect for Mom and bedtime stories.

We {love} Laundry!

....making it...and letting it pile up in the laundry room.

So today, in the midst of washing sheets and other sundries, I decided I was going to spruce up my laundry room.


I dug out some pretty fabric I got on clearance ages ago (Pop Garden, by Heather Bailey) and found a tension rod.


...cutting...well, that looked weird...


....more cutting.....and splicing....and being cranky at kids....


...and there we go! It's not perfect. It isn't exactly wide enough...doesn't entirely cover the tension rod. Oh, well. Maybe my next home will have a super-tiny window somewhere.

Still, it draws attention away from the laundry, right?


...and I stole some of the scraps for my 9-patch!

Vengence Is Mine!

Someone recently accused me of being afraid of color. To avenge myself, I painted a frame she gave me orange. That's right - orange! Take that.


And I think it looks quite fetching in my otherwise bland and boring kitchen.

Replaced

Did I tell you we got a new table? We did.

A couple of years ago, when we were in CT, we needed a new table. We were down to four chairs - officially less chairs than butts. Tony was still getting sweet annual bonuses, so I was shopping around for an equally sweet table set - something that would last. Crazy places - like Ethan Allen (what was I thinking?) When I saw the table covers that you would buy to protect said tables, I came to my senses.

Why would we - of all families - even consider buying a "nice" table? It would just be tempting fate - begging one of our kids to carve their name into it! (That was for you, Sadie.)

Anyhooo...as luck would have it, I found a table with EIGHT chairs at a garage sale the next week. I immediately paid for it.

When I went with Tony to pick it up, I said, "Well, how do you like it?"

"I hate it," he replied, without hesitation. "Why do you hate the children?" (This is the same thing he says when I mention bunk beds - which we also have.) "It's a bar height table. They're going to fall and be impaled on their forks." (He didn't actually say that last part, but he was thinking it.)

As it turns out, it was a pretty stupid choice, not because anyone was fatally (or even seriously) injured, but because I'm a whopping 5 foot 1. I always hated sitting at that table. (As I'm sure my husband would say - it served me right.)

MY POINT IS...when I mentioned to Tony that I was o-so-over the tall table and was considering something with benches instead (to curtail a horrid chair-rocking habit in some of our youngsters), he jumped at his chance!

The new table looks like it belongs in a "great hall". (Which is pretty awesome, between Robin Hood and Harry Potter.) It's super-long and even lower than an average table. I love sitting at it. It's perfect for our family.



...but something's missing....


....there....that's better!