Isaac isn't even out of the womb yet, and he has already let his crib turn into a frat boy bachelor pad. Bottles everywhere - clothes all over the floor - enough white powder to send him to the clink for 80 to life. I'm pretty sure I saw a hooker climbing out of his window as we walked in, but I'm not 100% so I am letting it go.
In all honesty, the people to blame for the room disaster are the parents of the students in Jen's third grade class. It was recently teacher appreciation week, and instead of doing the typical flowers, snacks, candy, etc., they decided to make a baby themed week of gifts for her.
Diaper Monday
Tub Tuesday - bath supplies, wash clothes, towels
Wipe Wednesday - baby wipes
Thoughtful Thursday - baby clothes, books, treats for Jen
Their generosity was ridiculous.
So ridiculous that I had to climb over their mountains of benevolence just to get the damn curtains I made hung up.
Then I shoved everything to one side of the room so I could get a clean picture to show the curtain addition.
That's how the legit bloggers roll. Shoving. Any beauty emanating from the creation in the lens needs to be balanced by piled tension behind the camera.
This is a closer look at the curtain fabric that matches the wall stripes and is accented in his crib quilt. Isaac will have a keen sense of complimentary colors and fabric balance. I'll make sure of it.
I put in blackout fabric for the lining, because when I babysit and want to pass out on that plush orange rug, the only thing that better wake me up is the chills from my blood alcohol level dipping too low.
And just so you can sleep comfortably tonight, we did get that mountain of generosity all organized and put away before I left. But that's it for me. Once Isaac shows up in about a month the room cleaning is all up to him. And the next lady of the night I see trying to sneak out of his room is in for it. There will be a Heidi chase down...so I can give her a business card for any inappropriate attire she might need.
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