Sunday, May 15, 2011

Room for Sasparilla

Yep, Sasparilla.

That was Hayden's idea. He's not sure where he heard the name, but he knows he likes it. For now, we're calling her that. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think? Sassy for short.

Anyway, we're almost done with her room, which is great since I'm officially "full term" this week. Since this is my first time diving into pink and all things girly, I wanted to share. I don't have a fancy dancy camera, so these pictures are so-so. (Note to self: put digital SLR on list of "needs" for baby)

Here's the crib! Amazing how different it looks without
baby blue & white gingham bedding & accessories!
And I swear those frames are not crooked in real life.
Troy's dad put up the beadboard and ledge.
Great job, papa!!

Got this rug on sale! I couldn't believe
how hard it was to find a semi-plain
pink rug.



I ordered this sign from Susie Harris. I've read her blog
for a few years and have always loved her
hand-made signs!! It is hanging above the closet doors.
Thanks, Susie!

Add some pink knobs and presto!
It's a changing table fit for a little girl!

This cheapskate made her own art again! Does the flower
look familiar? I've used it on everything, including
thank you cards and this blog header! I originally created it
to mimic the design in the crib bedding I thought I
was going to get (below)...

(Lola bedding by Serena & Lily)
But after I realized I was in some type of baby-girl-induced
hysteria and that $400 was way too much to spend on a
bumper, skirt and single sheet, I decided to go with
a much less expensive option.
I kept the flower design, though!

And this will be changed with the correct
name and info once she makes her grand arrival.
Who knows...Sasparilla might just
grow on us!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

A Sucker for Turquoise

See this dress?

I love it.

I'm going to buy it.

And I'm going to fit into it by fall.

And by next summer, I will have worked so hard on losing the baby weight and getting back in shape that I will wear it as a dress - as opposed to a top - legs bared!

As I sit here on the couch with feet propped up on the coffee table, sporting a maternity mumu/tent, tired of hiding behind black pants, black tops, black anything that helps camouflage the extra baby "love poundage", I like having a tangible goal in the form of a dress.

A hormonal, exhausted, ready-to-pop woman can dream, right?