Just a little bit ago I was lying with Lily on her bedroom floor playing with an R2D2 pillow that she got from her Grandpa Yetter. I was looking around at all her things and furniture and considering what else I could hang on the walls or what I could move around. Then it hit me...
This room used to be filled with all my stuff. (And some of my husband's.) A stationary bike on one wall, the computer desk and printer shelf over on the other wall, and all my sewing and craft stuff where her crib is now.
We have been in this apartment for just over 4 years. In the 3 years we were here before Lily was born that second bedroom saw a lot of changes but none of them matter more than the final change we made. Halfway through my pregnancy it really started to sink in that we were having a baby when we began the process of getting rid of all our old stuff and putting together the crib and dresser. We found cute little things to add to the walls and the shelves. We were given picture frames and toys and gear for the baby that quickly filled the room.
Now the room is filled with other things like boxes full of the clothes she has outgrown in the 6 months she's been here. There's toys in the corners and extra little baby-care tools by the changing table. The closet was once packed with our storage, and I'd be lying if I said all of it was out of there, but now there are tons of little pink hangers holding little dresses and adorable outfits.
We had definitely made this apartment a home, but I didn't really feel like it was "home" until that second bedroom became the nursery. And now I can't imagine this place not having all this baby stuff spread out all over... in every room.
