Nesting Mode

The nesting stage of this pregnancy has arrived, full force. Hubby is going through it along with me. Our house has never been cleaner or more organized and the baby's nursery is finally coming along. What can I say... I LOVE NESTING. I love the frenzied energy of it. I love that I finally cleaned behind the toilet in our master bathroom, even though it has nothing to do with a new baby being welcomed into the world. Hubby has become obsessed with shelving and tupperware storage units. He is darling. You really should see him in action.

Here is the nursery, in its final stages before being shredded to bits by spit-up, explosive baby poos, and projectile vomit.

The toy and book shelf. Of course this will be cleared off and immaculate in the coming weeks. And the monstrous high chair needs to find another home.

We finally got Caleb's name up on the wall. And the curtain has been hung as well. These are vital tasks that needed to get done to ensure the baby's wellbeing.

Crib is set up and in place. I still desperately want the $40 pleated turquoise crib skirt I found online. Hubby is slowly coaxing me out of it. I think I'll probably buy it anyway when he's not looking...say in about 10 minutes.
It's another one of those necessities that the baby simply will not survive without.

A quiet, peacefully slumbering baby will be lying here in a month and a half. He will sleep for hours on end and his parents will only be awoken once per night.

This closet is well-organized, despite what you may think.

Caleb's monkey towel hangers. Darling indeed.

The stocked full changing table. Exciting, I know. But look at Paxton the dog waiting outside the nursery door. He so wants to be invited inside.