My Son’s Nursery: True Confessions
Months ago, Amanda posted a great peek into her daughter’s beautiful nursery. I was so impressed with how cute and practical it was. Recently, another friend of mine redecorated a room in her house to create a second nursery for her new son (nursery #1 is now her todder son’s bedroom). I was practically drooling at the colors, the theme, and the pristine, matching furniture. This weekend, I read the new People magazine, which featured “Baby Yearbook 2008″, covering celebrity baby lifestyles from fashion to nursery decor. I marveled at J. Lo’s extravagant nursery for her twins, and then imagined what it must be like to have two other houses with two other nurseries decorated exactly the same way (Max & Emme won’t be confused at any of their three homes.)
My reality is altogether different. Here are my true confessions:
- We’re renting a house. This means major decorating is not only restricted, it’s kinda pointless. Therefore, we make do with what we have. And what we have is funny. It’s hilarious watching peoples’ reactions to the wallpaper in my son’s room. Three walls are a masculine, somewhat dark pattern, which is fine. One wall, inexplicably, though, is a repeated pattern of pictures of colonial American buildings. Let me say that again: it’s a repeated pattern of pictures of colonial American buildings. It’s a bit like having a giant, permanent history poster in your bedroom. On the plus side, Eli has a better sense of our country’s past than I ever did at that age. So, bonus!
- The crib bumper is adorable. It’s green, blue, and red, which we bought at Wal-Mart. It doesn’t match the wallpaper, of course, or anything else in the room, for that matter.
- There are no curtains for the window. I wouldn’t even know how to hang them if I had some.
- I find random baby room decor at Target when it’s marked down, and occasionally, I buy it. So Eli’s room has a few animal plaques here, some safari animal clings there, and a wooden sign that says “Thank Heaven for Little Boys” over his window (this sign was a gift, actually). All of this is hung on top of that wallpaper. (Sometimes, if you stare at the walls long enough, you can make out new images, like those old Magic Eyes books.)
- We’ve moved a few times since my kids were born. Therefore, Eli’s room is also our storage/junk room. This is fine for now, since he only uses the room for sleeping. Other than the crib and wall decor, it’s pretty much my dumping ground for extra books, picture frames, and boxes. His closet is our extra storage closet.
- My daughter Lucy’s room is painted blue. Go figure.
- I try to stay away from Pottery Barn Kids, Babies R Us, and other baby specialty shops as much as possible, to keep my envy in check.
As much as I wish I could have a nursery that is airy and bright and serene and precious, with gliding rockers and lullabies playing, it’s just not in the cards for me. And frankly, the kids just don’t even know any better.
Have you got any confessions you’d like to share? Anyone out there in a similar boat?
p.s. I recently painted these letters to add to the decor, and I am pretty proud of them.
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