
I'm particularly excited about the bookshelf, already stocked with many of our favorite books from childhood: Paddington Bear, Beatrix Potter, Dr. Seuss, etc. My mom has sent us a few treasured things from my childhood -- my wooden alligator on wheels, the dancing-clown piggy bank, a baby quilt and blanket -- to which Kevin and I have added our own vintage-y finds: a constellation nightlight in the shape of a ladybug, and a genuine sock monkey. I'm also thrilled to have finally found a place for the old gilded wooden crown that used to hang above my bed when I was a girl. It will now hang above the nursery mirror until our son is old enough to have it hanging over his bed.

I know that a baby doesn't really need any of these things (except maybe the burp cloths and baby wipes), and, in fact, I'm planning on him sleeping in our room, either in a bassinet or our bed, for the first couple of months. But I've had so much fun decorating his room and imagining the hours that he -- and we -- will pass in there, that it's really prepared me for his arrival more so than any of the parenting books or prenatal classes have. The nursery is also the only room in the whole house I've put much thought or time or money into decorating, and consequently, it is now my favorite room in the whole house. I plan on spending many quiet afternoons in there over the coming holiday, taking a nap, reading through our collection of children's books, and daydreaming and nesting.

On the left ...

In the center ... (What's that "c" for, you say? Yes, we have a name picked out, but, no, we're not telling.)


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