Construction Zone...

That's a fairly accurate description of our extra bedroom/storage room/soon-to-be nursery.

We are currently working on (or at least thinking about starting to work on) about four million projects (sanding the glider, covering the cushions, finding bedding for the twin, repainting the bookshelf, searching for a cheap dresser etc. etc. etc.) in preparation for Baby's arrival. As much as I would like to say we are making steady progress, it would be a horrible lie. And though I may exaggerate from time to time, I never lie.

Tonight, however, Reece set out to conquer the ultimate beast. The Big Kahuna. The job we've been putting off for about two months.




It started out well. Reece was happy. Reece was confident. Reece was unstoppable.



The situation quickly began to deteriorate about 20 minutes in, when I heard cats hissing and husband hissing back. About three minutes later the cats came flying out into the hallway (involuntarily). I tried to help, but I've got this thing to haul around:



I quickly rounded up the felines and shut the three of us safely in the bedroom. From there, I heard all manner of questionable vocabulary streaming from the next room. At one point, I thought I might see a hammer coming through the wall.

But the storm did clear. And instead of the pile of shredded wood I expected to see, I walked into the room across the hall to find this:





Thanks to my dedicated husband, my kid has a place to sleep!

Now all we need is a mattress.
And the sanded glider.
And the repainted bookshelf.
And some shelves.
And the framed prints hanging on the wall.
And bedding for the twin bed.
And the twin bed.
And the perfectly cheap dresser.

We still have five weeks though, right?

Right.

On a somewhat unrelated (but actually completely related) note, here's a peek at the crib bedding:




A bird-themed nest for our little chick.

We are officially in business.