Organization

Organization. Some may call me obsessive when it comes to organization and putting things in their rightful places, but I don't care. I have been on a quest lately to make sure that our humble abode is organized before the arrival of our new little sprog. My dear husband just shakes his head and says "Yes Dear," while I find things for him to put on his "Honey to do list."

This weekend was spent in the nursery putting all of the wonderful gifts away and figuring out where everything will go in a 1950's size closet. Luckily we had already installed a closet organizer, which by the way is fabulous if you have small closets, and all we needed to do was determine what goes where. After careful consideration and deliberation, the finished product is a Type A personality's dream : - ) I can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that my dear son's closet is organized (at least for the moment).

I'm happy to say that the "Man Room," aka Utility Room, was also tackled by the dear husband. Now you can actually walk in the door and around the room without fear of something falling on you. Always a plus!!

Pictures of the nursery are posted. Enjoy!

4-D ultrasound

With some sappy music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mucCM1d6gHY

Teeny Tiny Clothes

So last weekend my friends had a baby shower for me. I am forever grateful, because I received so many wonderful gifts, but also things I would have never thought about buying! Nevermind the thought of entering a baby superstore still terrifies me and sends me into a frenzy.

So like a good mommie to be, I dutifully washed all of the clothes in dye-free/perfume-free/no weird chemicals-free laundry detergent with no fabric softener and no dryer sheets. I may have to rethink the no dryer sheets in the winter though. I can't imagine static cling is good for a baby either...

After washing and drying the clothes, I unloaded the dryer. The first thing I thought was "Jeez - these things are tiny." Then I realized that I was starting to tear up!?!?! What in the world is wrong with me -- they are just clothes. And then I realize something... no, they aren't just clothes. These are the clothes that my unborn son will wear very soon. Whoa - what a realization!

I begin folding with my husband sitting next me as I pick each item up and say "look at this itty bitty shirt... (insert item name)." He looks at me with the "what in the world is wrong with you" look. C'mon, we ALL know that look!

As we fold, he looks at me with another puzzled look. He is confused about the number of piles of clothes I have in front of me. "What is all of this?" I, of course, have broken up the clothes into style and size. After all, should all of the newborn long sleeve onesies be separated from the 3 month long sleeve onesies? Sheesh.