Living with my parents has its perks and its downfalls.  One obstacle to be tackled was making my bedroom double as a nursery.  I had to adjust my room (which is actually quite small) to suit both of our needs (plus Salinger’s).  This is a peak at our girl space.  

I should have opened the windows to get some more natural light but, you get the idea.  I’m thinking I will do some photos of my favorite items in my room some day because I really enjoy the few little pieces I’ve collected through the years.

So, here’s a little break down of the photos:

1. My dresser, topped with roses from Chris’ dad (still looking beautiful), candle, photos, lamp, and Alice in Wonderland glasses, filled with little doo-dads (do people say that word still?) from the shower like paper butterflies and wire flowers
2. Riley’s dresser, topped with the record player, the teacup lamp from my aunt, and candles… painting above by your’s truly and the empty space beside it will soon be filled since I’m putting the final touches on my white rabbit painting
3. The crib, with a Sleep Sheep attached— it’s pretty tops as far as magical sounds go… and the frog on the changing table is a humidifier
4. Another shot of the crib to show off the little teapot mobile my cousin found and the video monitor mounted on the top of the wall
5. The combo unit, filled with all the essentials and topped with the pad, diapers in a basket, wipes, sanitizer, and humidifier.  The shelf and Hepburn frame have been mine for a long time.
6. Behind the door, my purse and diaper bag
7. My mom’s room, since my dad works at home, I have to spend the day in her room so we bought a pack n’ play.  My sister found this swing on the side of the road and it works amazingly!  We bought new fabric for it from the maker’s website and saved a lot of green.

Also, may we all please note how adorable Salinger looks today.  He doesn’t even look real sometimes.  He’s so photogenic.  I keep his crate in the closet, along with a bucket of baby toys.  We never really need or use the crate anyway so it’s worked out well.

Oh!  And I don’t make my bed.  Ever.  That’s just how it is.