For Every Bird, a Nest...
Robbie and I are nesting like never before and in the last week we successfully created an office space where my old art space used to be. We used a little of our Christmas money to put down some carpet and once I make an oh-so-cute curtain, well, it turns out our basement can be a pretty cozy place. Thanks Robbie for all your hard work and thank you for allowing me to keep my sewing table and machine in "your" office.
I wish that with moving the office downstairs I could say Jackson's room is ready for paint and furniture, but sadly, it's not. For some reason there is still a lot of stuff in there that needs a new home and once I went back to work this week my energy level has been depleted. I imagine this weekend will bring a renewed sense of Must Get Baby Room Started. We've picked out the color for the wall, but first Robbie wants to gut the closet and revamp the space. This will, of course, require the use of his fancy new wood cuttin' tools which, of course, requires a space in the garage to set said tools up which, of course, requires a new home for all of our camping equipment. I'm thinking Jackson will be lucky to just have a closet.
Now that we know the baby is a boy Robbie and I have been given some of the most adorable things. Last weekend we met the Nelsons for lunch and they surprised us with this box of the cutest outfits. The little hat and shoes are just too much and we were amazed Laura found skateboarding robot pj's in red, of all colors!
Today Robbie called me at work to let me know that a package had arrived addressed to "Jackson Danger." Yep, the kid is already getting mail. It was a package from his Great-Great Aunt Lonni and in it was the sweetest layette set, appropriately themed with cowboys and lassos.
Included was the softest blanket and most precious little hat. It feels so good to know people are already thinking so much of our little guy.
While working on preparing Jackson's room I came across a few other outfits my mom and grandmother had already given us. I just couldn't resist to hang them in Jackson's closet. Clothes on a hangar implies many things, like an element of tidiness and ownership, but it can also signify you're staying awhile. The small act of hanging a few of the outfits Jackson will get cozy in gave me intense joy. It also reminded me we need baby clothes hangars, which can only mean one thing...baby registry time.
I imagine most of you think this exercise in creating the Mother List Of All Things Baby would excite me and cause me slight angina (the good kind). I am not entirely sure where this assumption would come from....but nevertheless I am not exactly looking forward to this overwhelming chore. I will most certainly have Robbie in tow (naturally, because there will be a magic wand thingy utilized) and I am already planning on at least one argument regarding why we absolutely must register for the Optimus Prime Transformer.
I've begun my research and have made a few decisions about bottles and car seats, but honestly, the rest makes me want to run to the nearest Sheridan's for a hearty dose of frozen custard therapy. Between my girlfriends and a few Must Have lists I've found online I think I might have a starting point. I know there are a few things we really need to have for when Jackson comes home, but truly, many items can wait at least a couple of months. I am also consoled by the fact that two of my best gals have offered the abundance of baby supplies currently clogging their garages and basements. Maybe, it won't be so bad. Maybe, it might even be a little fun.
In true Catie form I feel a little like this is our first parenting step. Wrong choices in baby registry only leads to wrong choices in raising our child, right? Oh the maps my brain creates. Nearing the 20th week of pregnancy (out of the hopeful 40) brings with it a plethora of pressure to do right by baby. I wonder if we can go ahead and add future therapy sessions to our baby registry. With me as a mother, this might need to be added to the Must Have list.
I wish that with moving the office downstairs I could say Jackson's room is ready for paint and furniture, but sadly, it's not. For some reason there is still a lot of stuff in there that needs a new home and once I went back to work this week my energy level has been depleted. I imagine this weekend will bring a renewed sense of Must Get Baby Room Started. We've picked out the color for the wall, but first Robbie wants to gut the closet and revamp the space. This will, of course, require the use of his fancy new wood cuttin' tools which, of course, requires a space in the garage to set said tools up which, of course, requires a new home for all of our camping equipment. I'm thinking Jackson will be lucky to just have a closet.
Now that we know the baby is a boy Robbie and I have been given some of the most adorable things. Last weekend we met the Nelsons for lunch and they surprised us with this box of the cutest outfits. The little hat and shoes are just too much and we were amazed Laura found skateboarding robot pj's in red, of all colors!Today Robbie called me at work to let me know that a package had arrived addressed to "Jackson Danger." Yep, the kid is already getting mail. It was a package from his Great-Great Aunt Lonni and in it was the sweetest layette set, appropriately themed with cowboys and lassos.
Included was the softest blanket and most precious little hat. It feels so good to know people are already thinking so much of our little guy.
While working on preparing Jackson's room I came across a few other outfits my mom and grandmother had already given us. I just couldn't resist to hang them in Jackson's closet. Clothes on a hangar implies many things, like an element of tidiness and ownership, but it can also signify you're staying awhile. The small act of hanging a few of the outfits Jackson will get cozy in gave me intense joy. It also reminded me we need baby clothes hangars, which can only mean one thing...baby registry time.
I imagine most of you think this exercise in creating the Mother List Of All Things Baby would excite me and cause me slight angina (the good kind). I am not entirely sure where this assumption would come from....but nevertheless I am not exactly looking forward to this overwhelming chore. I will most certainly have Robbie in tow (naturally, because there will be a magic wand thingy utilized) and I am already planning on at least one argument regarding why we absolutely must register for the Optimus Prime Transformer.
I've begun my research and have made a few decisions about bottles and car seats, but honestly, the rest makes me want to run to the nearest Sheridan's for a hearty dose of frozen custard therapy. Between my girlfriends and a few Must Have lists I've found online I think I might have a starting point. I know there are a few things we really need to have for when Jackson comes home, but truly, many items can wait at least a couple of months. I am also consoled by the fact that two of my best gals have offered the abundance of baby supplies currently clogging their garages and basements. Maybe, it won't be so bad. Maybe, it might even be a little fun.
In true Catie form I feel a little like this is our first parenting step. Wrong choices in baby registry only leads to wrong choices in raising our child, right? Oh the maps my brain creates. Nearing the 20th week of pregnancy (out of the hopeful 40) brings with it a plethora of pressure to do right by baby. I wonder if we can go ahead and add future therapy sessions to our baby registry. With me as a mother, this might need to be added to the Must Have list.
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But, it sure seems to me that every woman bearing children have three things in common: 1) She wants the best for her future child; 2) She prepares like the dickens for that future child; and 3) after the child arrives she always thinks she didn't prepare enough.
WARNING: FATHERLY ADVICE BELOW
You, my daughter, have too much of me within you, i.e. the driving of youself toward that perfection that never will be. Wanting the best for your child is honorable and good, and you and Robbie will make that happen. In your drive to be perfect parents, just remember to include at the top of all your lists of things to do, "ENJOY THE MOMENT WHETHER GOOD, BAD, OR UGLY".
Now, go get that dose of frozen custard.