7 weeks since my last post. It feels wrong to have gone so long without writing something for the diary. So much has happened over those weeks but looking back it seems as though there wasn't even any free time to write a post. Life has been go go go, and just when we thought we could crash over the holiday season we suddenly find a whole other to-do list. Scans, job, baby's room, house, family, Christmas, and they are just the ones I'm thinking of now.
Nursery, or ... ... ... um?
I looked in a thesaurus for another word for 'nursery'. I even tried searching the vast foreverness of the internet. But there is not other word for it. So much has happened to it since it stopped being a spare room. Alison has had so many wonderful ideas for how we should style the nursery. She wanted a striped wall, tick. Some shelves in the nook, tick. Nursing chair, long rug, side table, tick tick tick. I get a smile on my face every time I find her sitting in there or when I see her poke her head in the door, just to make sure it looks as perfect as she remembers. Thats it. There are no other words to label the nursery. But there are words to describe it. Happy, for the sparkle I see in Alison eyes when she looks around the room. Adorable, when you see all of the tiny little clothes hanging in the wardrobe waiting for an owner. Peaceful, when you realise it is the calmest place in the house. Love, nothing fancy just plain old fashioned cozy family love.