The preparations have begun. A small order from the Land of Nod is on it’s way. A corner of the boys’ closet is starting to fill with dresses and sleepers.
Her quilt has been pieced together and is ready to be quilted. I think I’m going to attempt to cover the boys’ old bumper with a coordinating fabric.
Little pink shoes wait in the top drawer for little pink toes to fill them.
Over the weekend, as I was carefully sewing trim on burp rags and monogramming letters onto bibs; it occurred to me that this was probably the least rational thing I have ever done.
All of these lovely bibs and rags will soon be covered with spit-up and stained with pureed sweet potatoes. I made things for my boys but nothing quite like this.
Daddy is already planning to clear out his office to make room for her. Not that there isn’t room with the boys, but we thought that the sleeping patterns of an infant wouldn’t be that compatible with those of a three-year-old. I certainly don’t need more than one child waking up in the middle of the night.
It’s funny how having a little girl has made pregnancy new again.