Building the Nest

We have started to "nest." Or perhaps, just I have. . .Ben has one more week until he finishes school--and then this mama bird will sweetly force him to partake in the complete overhaul of our house. No corner will remain unturned--this is vitally important to me, although I cannot explain why or give a good reason. Surely, it is my instinct (or hormones) taking over.

I have started with the closets, where "purge" is the word. It is my goal to remove all things deemed unnecessary from this house, in order to make room for all of the unnecessary items we will accumulate for the lil' babe.

Instead of collecting twigs, straw, and shiny blue things, we paid a visit to Lowe's where we began scouting out ideas for the many home improvements we aim to complete before the babe's arrival. We peppered the poor countertop dude with ignorant questions about Corian vs. Quartz. We debated electic vs. gas for our new range. And we dug our fingers into various lengths of shag, trying to determine which kind of carpet will be best for the babe. Anyway, all of this has little to do with the babe, but I am obsessed about all of it because I feel the home must be in a tip-top state of perfection to welcome our new family member.

Just wait to 'til I go nuts over the nursery. . .