Today: Ten years of highlights and the nursery.

My ten year reunion from BC is coming up (Speaking of which, have you seen this video?  It’ll make you super happy, I promise.)  While it’s hard to believe it’s already been ten years, it’s even harder to believe how much has changed since 2004.

Ten years of highlights

I’ve worked for two organizations (I am pretty sure a speaker at our high school graduation claimed that our generation would have 912 different jobs before we turned 30.  Proof that grown-ups lie.  Or whatever.), lived with cool roommates (my parents) for a few years, and some slightly less cool roommates (not my parents) for a few years, met Nick and tricked him into falling in love with me, bought our first home, freed Clark from the home of a Russian dentist (true story, mostly), got married, bought our second home, and welcomed a beautiful baby girl.  And those are just the highlights.

Ten years ago, 2 AM was for getting my high heel stuck inside my pant leg and falling into a glass door (and living to tell of it).  It was for cab rides home and late night snacks.  It was for adding everyone with my last name as a “friend”on a just hatched Facebook, laughing hysterically with my actual friends, and then remembering I had a French presentation involving medieval puppets to finish.

These days, 2 AM is for nursing, diaper changing, swaddling, singing, cooing, and cuddling.  I have officially become one of those grown-ups that will talk about your generation.  And I wouldn’t change it for the world.  Though I do hope my daughter wears more sensible shoes, avoids those swinging glass doors, and maybe chooses a cooler major than French.  Maybe.

Here’s where Grace and I have been spending our early mornings.

A peek at the nursery

We tried to avoid picking a theme when putting together the baby’s room, but clearly I am a fan of grey.  Nick’s dad mixed the wall color for us (California Paints Cloud); it’s the perfect shade of cool, soft grey.

Rather than buy an actual changing table and a dresser, we opted for furniture that can grow with the baby, or be used elsewhere later on.  I fell in love with the clean, modern lines of both this dresser and Grace’s crib.  The chevron hamper (which matches one of our sheet sets) was a gift from my sister and has been invaluable.  How do such little babies produce such a large volume of laundry? And forgive me for talking shpoop, but I am pretty sure we found the world’s greatest diaper pail.  Not only does the Ubbi look sort of chic (I mean, as chic as a waste receptacle can look), but it doesn’t require special bags, which means we save a bit of money by using our regular garbage bags.  Plus it’s steel (doesn’t absorb, welp, odors), really easy to clean, and comes in a bunch of colors.  Including grey.

Enough about that.

Nick secured a changing pad to the back of the dresser, and I found the perfect sized basket at Homegoods to store the baby’s diapers, wipes, and other necessities.  We used a really helpful chart from our doctor during our first few days home to track feedings, diapers, etc., but also found the Eat Sleep app and this notebook helpful (in hindsight, a regular notebook would totally do the trick #clearlyfirsttimeparents).  I’ve forgotten my own name by 3 PM, so it’s been helpful to have various charts and lists and reminders scattered about the condo.

Nick grabbed the travel alarm clock from Target, likely after the 700th time I called from the nursery, “Honey, what time is it?”  The mysterious little bottle is infant vitamin D drops, and the sweet pink lamb was a gift from our niece.

We bought the crib, dresser, and glider from Jordan’s Furniture, and I think we ordered the crib mattress from Amazon.  Shopping for a baby (especially when we essentially had no idea what we were doing) was a bit overwhelming at times.  We wanted to make sure we had the best, most safe options… but we didn’t want to have to sell our dog to afford them.  I found Lucie’s List to be really helpful for sorting through what we’d need, when we’d need it, and what options were available.  No nonsense.  Just the way I like it (most of the time).  I highly recommend checking out their registry cheat sheet and weekly emails if you’re expecting.

For now, Grace is sleeping (sort of… mostly, she’s awake at night…) in a co-sleeper attached to our bed.   We also have a Moses basket from my parents (seen next to the crib in the photo above) for napping, and a Boppy infant lounger, welp, loungin’.  We’ll likely move her to the crib around three months… but who knows.

How adorable is this Frenchie pillow?  My sister brought this for Grace in the hospital.  Our real Frenchie has been so good with the baby so far.  I think all that practice (um… on other people’s children) as a therapy dog has paid off.

We took a class called “Barks and Babies” with Clark’s trainer early on in my pregnancy.  We implemented a lot of Jen’s suggestions as soon as we could, knowing it would be a big adjustment for the French fry to no longer be the (only) star of the day.  We put a bed for Clark in Grace’s room, installed our baby gates right away, and let him check out all the various swings, tiny clothes, and diaper bags coming into the condo.  So far, so good.  Really good.

I clearly need to work on a better book storage situation, but in the meantime, Grace’s growing collection is within arm’s reach of our glider… if I glide that thing just right.  I love reading to her, and will share some of our favorites soon.

We looked for a matching ottoman or pouf for the glider but came up empty.  Fortunately, the $20 nursing stool we got at Babies R Us approximately five minutes before I went into labor more than does the trick.  Side bar: Would it have been too much trouble to name the store Babies Are Us?  And what does that even mean?  Everyone working there seems, like, fully grown.

You might recognize the storage cabinet from our first condo (we have a pair, and used them as light/dark laundry storage).  A little Lysol and some shelves later, and it now holds bath supplies, extra books, and an infant silver set.  In other words: it holds the stuff I had no clue what to do with.  It looks good… and that sort of all that matters.  Sort of.

Nick installed blinds (which let in tons of light during the day, without giving the neighbors a direct shot of the changing table and/or my boobs) and blackout drapes this weekend to finish off the room.

I’m thrilled with how it all turned out.  And I’m thrilled to be a grown-up.

Also On Tap for Today:

• Oh good.  More snow.
• Cleaning out my closet and hoping I still own normal-ish clothes
• Love this E.B. White quote

What was your favorite book as a child?