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Making progress!

It's fun to be so busy! The nursery furniture is being delivered on Saturday and between now and then, Porch and I are busy working to get everything put away in its new home.

I bought some Murphy's oil today and my after work workout tomorrow will include deep cleaning the floor in the nursery so that we can lay down the new carpet. I also need to hunt in the basement for a can of the paint used in the apartment (all of our walls are the same color) to touch up the place where the headboard of the guest bed had been rubbing against the wall. If I can't find the paint, we may have to investigate the idea of using a wallpaper border as camouflage.

When it's all said and done, I'm excited to figure out the best placement for the crib and dresser. And for the delivery of the furniture! When I woke up at 1am to pee this morning, it was so odd to look into that room and see it empty. It's weird in the day too, but something about knowing that soon we'll be spending much more time in that room in the middle of the night is exciting and terrifying.

We (ok, probably just me) are pumped to figure out what we want the nursery to look like. We ordered timeless pieces and I think we both agree that building around them with some eclectic pieces and decor will be fun. Nothing too cutesy. Bleh. And bah humbug.

Porch bottled his latest beer tonight. I am blown away by his love for the science and process of brewing. He is so patient. Opposites attract ;) I also admire his reflection as he thinks about what he'd like to learn more about.

I got home from class around 8:40 tonight and spent my time in the nursery figuring out what to do with that Ikea dresser. Originally, we thought we'd just toss it... it's been a great 5 years, thanks for your services... peace out. But we stopped at the Crafty Beaver this weekend and grabbed some brackets and Porch busted out the power tools and what do you know... it's a whole new dresser! No more leaning! So I found a new home for it in the closet where it can continue to hold our extra bedding and whatnot. There's still some life left in 'er. We'll keep it.

And now... its time for bed. Hope you all had a fabulous Monday!

Xoxo
Mrs. Porch

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