As we discussed earlier, dear little demon baby doesn’t have a room of his/her own. The guest room houses the dresser/change table, clothing, diapers etc. and our room will be where the baby sleeps.
So, behold! Part two of baby-izing our home.
Our bedroom nook before:
This little corner is so jam packed with craftiness from our family and friends, I almost don’t know where to begin.
The gorgeous nursery wall art was created by my good friend Jody. She is an incredible graphic designer and worked meticulously to find a font, layout and design that would work in our room. She even made a girl version and a boy version of each one ( Just changing the gender pronouns, colour will remain the same.)
I currently have one of each hung, and will switch out the other when we find out the baby’s sex.
The smaller canvas was handmade by my two littlest sisters, Hilary and Mawney, and hangs where the baby will be able to see it while (hopefully) going to sleep.
These two are adorable and thoughtful, I simply can’t wait to see them holding their very first niece or nephew.
The incredible quilt was handmade by Adam’s mom – quilt-maker extraordinaire! A few months ago I sent her a link to the fabric and asked if she would make a little crib quilt with it, but what she gave us at the baby shower went so above and beyond – as you can see by the series of crazy faces I’m making here:
Better pictures of this work of art are here:
This is one of those amazing things we can pass down to each of our kids, it will get more worn and loved with each year and be made ever the more special because it was crafted with love by Grandma.
(I’m not crying! YOU’RE crying! *sob* It’s okay, no judgement, lets just move on.)
The mint green knitted blanket was made for Adam by a customer of his, who is particularly fond of him (what can I say? My man has a knack for charming elderly ladies.) It was such a sweet gesture, and funny that the colour fits so well with my current obsession with mint, turquoise, teal etc.
And finally, one piece you don’t see in the pictures above, because it wasn’t quite finished when I took them, is the cradle my dad spent so much time working on.
He made this by hand when my big brother was born, 31 years ago. He is fond of reminding us that there isn’t one piece of metal in the whole thing – nary a screw nor a nail. He spent the whole weekend refinishing, sanding, staining and repairing it so that the baby could sleep for the first few weeks in the same cradle that all of my siblings and I did.
There’s a lot of love crammed into this tiny corner. We can’t wait to bring baby home.