Isaac's Crib: Finishing Touches

My wait is over. 

The finishing details have been added to Isaac's Crib.

Feature number one:

The Isaac

I took that photo at the hospital when he was hours old, before I had to rush away to the airport.  I barely had any time to fill him in on current affairs or start going over Newton's laws.  Plus, I wasted the first few minutes sobbing in his little face because I was so relieved that he and his mom were healthy and that he heard my belly appeals,

"Isaac, listen.  Enter the world before my flight leaves and I will slip you a Lincoln every Tuesday to spend at your poker games. Don't tell your mom."

Feature number two:

The birth info in his empty frame.

He brought his parents over recently for some new pictures in the park by our house, and I added the graphics from his baby shower theme onto the image to show his stats.

I love the random family photo he picked out.

He is the whole package.

Smart.
Witty.
and Fun.

Now the room waits.

Waits for him to grow and explore so that they can each have their turn to step up.

The toys wait patiently in the frog bin for their first rousing lesson on force and velocity during games of "Newton's Second law."

The red dog butt hook waits, but wills too.  Wills Isaac to quickly grow tall enough to reach up, hang on him and free him from his drywall prison so he can run around the room on his own accord.  

Don't crush his dreams, but the anchor holding him in said he would die before letting go.  Sorry red dog butt.

The turtle waits for the day that he gets drug around the house.  And the day (please sweet baby turtle Jesus) that he gets thrown in the pool.  

The closet mirror waits for those sticky little hand prints to start working their way up her shine.  She used to take pride in her immaculate reflection, but now she wants the hugs.

The more finger prints left, the better.

At least the orange rug hasn't had to wait.  Isaac is already snuggling up on him while he reads.  

Reading is part of his routine after bathies and before online poker.

And now you wait.  Wait for him to start as a guest blogger.

Once classes start at ASU, he and I get to hang out on Tuesday's while his mom teaches.  He already told me that he wants his own column.

And 50% of any earnings from the Google ads.

I told him to bugger off.  That $1.18 a month is mine.

Isaac's Crib: Smart Art

The 18-year lease on Isaac's crib starts in just a few days, so I've worked hard recently to add in the finishing touches.

I took the room decorations seriously.  He isn't a kid that just gets a random cutesy elephant picture.  No. The names that Jen and Jeff tossed around for him were Isaac, Tesla, Nikola, Newton.  You know, just the greatest scientist and engineer ever.

My design solution was clear - Nursery Smart Art.  Starting with my version of Baby Newton's Apple that I created in Photoshop.

On the opposite wall is the Smart Art collage.

One is the formula for Newton's Law of Gravity.  (that I saw on a T-shirt and had to learn more about from Wikipedia)

Another is his Team Tesla poster.  (two minute you tube history of Tesla)

And finally the color prism.  What? Of course I did not know that Isaac Newton was the one that demonstrated that light already contained colors.

I didn't know most of this when I started.  Isaac is already making me smarter.  

The Ikea dog butt hooks count as smart art because they are creative genius.

The blank frame is for an enlarged copy of his Sophisticated Gentleman birth announcement.  I will show you that down the road.

And the green V book shelves are from Ikea too.

Here is a closer look at the Smart Art images.

Now, who is with me on Team Tesla?

Isaac's Crib: A Place To Chill

Finally.  Isaac has a place that he can relax and put his feet up after a long night in the Talk Stick Casino poker room. 

Maybe listening to his Baby Queen CD.  Perhaps having a nightcap.

Always enjoying the sophistication of his solid wood, contemporary parlor chair.

I wish that I could tell you that I whipped up that chair last weekend.  But the truth is that Isaac's dad, Jeff, constructed it back in high school.

The chair is in impeccable condition.  The cushion that has been on it for the past 15 years?  Not so much.  We bought a foam piece and coordinating fabric and constructed a new removable cushion cover.

I was so proud of myself for perfectly lining up the fabrics for the front of the cushion.  I/m serious, my headband was cutting off circulation from pride swelling.

It should have dawned on me that something was off with my gloat parade when there were no kids lining the streets to catch candy.

Just five minutes after my triumphant fist pump routine, I realized that I had looked at the measurements incorrectly.  The width was really the length and I had put the zipper on the side and the new front was as far off as I could have gotten it.

Normally, I would take it apart and fix the error of my ways.

Jen said that she would punch me if I did because it wasn't visible anyway.

I left it.  And I wasn't fired.

There were quilt pieces leftover, so I put them together as a back pillow for the chair.

Or a head pillow - if Isaac decides that he just doesn't have it in him to go to his crib and calls it quits in his throne.

Tutorial I followed for sewing a box cushion cover:  Design Sponge  --- except that I put the zipper corner to corner instead of wrapping it around.