First, let me just say I don’t like the word nursery. I think it sounds pretentious. Maybe if there was a pram in the room and a nanny in the house, it would make more sense.
When we found out it was a B.B. and not a B.G, I showed Rocky some of my thoughts for bedding to get the ball rolling. I thought I was consulting him to be polite, but it turned out he had very specific opinions on crib skirts and bumpers. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so surprised since he was also very vocal about bouquets during the wedding planning process. Next time I'm not asking.
We made some real progress with B.B.’s room over the weekend. We’re fairly pleased with how it is has turned out so far and think it is about time to reveal the fruits of our labor.
I'm sure we'll make more changes as we figure out what works and what doesn't, but for now we are happy. These pictures make me wish we had a new camera and Rocky is just thankful that it's hard to see where there is a drill bit stuck in the wall. Who knew this would be such a labor of love?