You guys know I love me some Dooce, what with dragging myself out of my
deathbed sickbed to go to her book signing and all, and the reading of her blog for years and the fact that I point to her as one of my biggest inspirations.
But let the record show I decided on my middle name before she named her new baby! LET IT SHOW!
(And, of course, congratulations to the Armstrongs on Marlo!)
I got this email two weeks ago:
I have a question. Any thoughts on where I can get some cute prints for her room? Everything is light (you saw it), so I don’t want anything to crazy colored. You’re more up on the cool, fun, artsy stuff than me, so hook a sister up
I was all over it. I think I might have ignored the “nothing too crazy colored” part, but overall what I came up with is pretty good, and I’m pleased!
If you’re looking for art for small people, you should peruse my list, and if you are interested in even more things for small people, check out Poppytalk. They’re kicking off their own week of things for small people, starting with the custom birth announcement shown above, by Almost Sunday.
Birth announcements should all be as cute as this one, so that twenty-five years later you can hand your child’s spouse one that you’ve saved for years and years, and they can cry all over it and then frame it and hang it up. Also, now everyone who comes to our house knows that Rob was 7 pounds 8 ounces at birth. Probably half of that was his head.
“Do you want to see the nursery?!” she asked, grinning.
Did I ever!
It’s for a girl, but instead of being all PINK! it is blue and yellow and with green in the rug. Very refreshing, and so her. It’s not done yet, though: she needs art! I am put to the task of seeing out appropriate prints for the walls, and internet? This is so fun. We have come a long, long way from the pastel prints of Peter Rabbit and Noah’s Ark.
I’ve got a bookmark folder entitled “baby art” stuffed with goodies that I’ll be sharing on the Sideshow. If you all have some good ideas for nursery art, please share them!
Wednesday was lunch with G. and her new baby girl, who is pretty much the cutest thing ever. G. showed up to the restaurant looking like her usual glamorous self with her Dior sunglasses, shiny hair and trim figure. You go girl! You make motherhood look good!
Baby was quiet through lunch; she only made a few “I’m trying to poop.” noises, and slept through the whole thing while I got the inside scoop on birth and new baby days. At one point I was peeking at her as she slept, and she woke up, looked at me for a moment, rolled her eyes, and fell back asleep. Rob does that, too.
It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m still packing for Tracy‘s. Tomorrow I am flying alone for the very first time, and I’m nervous even though I know I don’t need to be. I’m flying princess-style: no checked luggage for me. Rob and our buddy Chris are driving to Tracy’s (which is just outside of Milwaukee, which is a totally bananas drive). They’re taking most of my stuff.
Ok, back to shoving my entire life into a suitcase. Some people over-eat when they’re nervous. I’m overpacking.
photo by Tracy, who I will be with in just over 12 hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!