As I mentioned before, tiny aesthetic details are becoming more and more important to me as the birth looms nearer. I think the “birth room” is as perfect as I can get it. Exept for two things…
1. The view out the double window isn’t exactly cheery. Well, really neither window has a cheery view, but I can controll the one out the double window.
2. There’s a mysterious dirty sock smell in the bedroom, and I cannot seem to locate it’s source.
The birthroom has been an interiesting precess. First we bought a (used) hotub, which we were told worked, and it didn’t. So we spent a couple of months trying to get the problem fixed and hoping that hte baby would wait till it was ready. Finally, it was really up and running. So we moved it up to the bedroom and filled it.
Over the next day or two, we began to worry about the weight of the water on the floor boards etc. One workday, I thought I was hearing a lot of creaknig coming from the basement, so I called Dan and suggested that maybe he should figure out exactly how much the thing weighed. One he calculated it all up, we came to the conclusion that it was somewhere around 150# per sqaure foot. As far as we could learn, 35# per square foot is considered safe.
So Dan and Dad took an emergency break for work (I was there for lunch already, so I answered the phones for them) and went out to cut a tree or two to wedge under the floor joists in the basement.
Grandad (my dad) bringing the tree in with the tractor…
Dan and Jared (my brother) inspecting the top for Christmas Tree possibilities…
So, that is how we came by our Christmas Tree.
I admit that I was hesitant to decorate for Christmas at all this year. I thought that I wanted to focus all my energy on nesting and having a baby. Through an interesting series of events we ended up with a Charlie Brown Christmas tree. And, it’s grown on us!
The Christmas Mantle
These pictures are of Kinsley’s new nightgown. She really hammed it up for the “photo shoot” – posing and fluttering her eyelids and wanting to see the pictures after each shot. She went from chair to chair and posed, then got a book and held it upside down and looked at me, not the book. She’s totally thrilled with her new gown and thinks herself the prettiest thing to ever walk the face of the earth.
As I get closer and closer to the birth of Baby Girl Number Two, tiny aesthetic details become more and more important to me. So, when something looks the way I want it to, I have become obsessed with grabbing the camera and photographing it. Who knows how long it’ll last?
The colors in my home are so cheery to me. Doesn’t this combination make you feel happy?
This particular scene is in my bedroom. On the shelf above my sewing table, to be exact. When Baby is born, I will labor in my hot tub and look around the room with satisfaction, knowing that almost every detail is as near to perfect as it could possibly be.