The Baby Formerly Known as Hector

He’s here!

Newborn baby boy

 

Ethan Riley Farr
Born 11:39 p.m.
October 2, 2012
5 lbs 6 oz
18 inches

 

We’re home now and doing well. More later.

Making (a) Room for Hector

When we first moved into this house, one of the bedrooms was pink. Really pink. I’m not sure the photo below even really shows how pink it was, so let’s just say it was bubblegum pink as an introduction to why we wanted to change it. (To be fair, the people who lived here before used it as their baby girl’s room, and it did have some cool circular decals on it. But still, it was PINK.)

The initial plan was to turn this into an office/quiet space for me — I will have one of those in my house someday — and Rich and Connor went on stealth missions to choose paint colours in order to decorate it. Or at least it was stealth until Connor came home one day and told me they were going to paint the room black for me. They weren’t, but I appreciated his enthusiasm nonetheless. They were actually looking at some cool blue colours and had all sorts of paint chips to consider.

And then I got pregnant, and suddenly my room was gone and we started planning a baby room instead.

I pointed out that we could leave it pink just in case, but my husband was not a fan of the idea. (Bubblegum pink, remember?) So we chose yellow instead, which turned out to be a good thing because we’re not having a girl (even though Connor still tells me he thinks Hector is a girl).

Here’s a peek at the room reno. (Note: my husband, to give credit where credit is due, did most of the work here.)

These are the previously pink walls (and oak trim, which I don’t love but that’s present through the rest of the house).

pink walls before reno

And here’s the colour we chose – a pale yellow, and my husband opted for white wainscoting, which I think looks awesome. (And look, white trim around the window too.)

yellow walls with white wainscoting

Braggy picture – look at those corners! He’s good, isn’t he?

wainscoting in corner of room

This piece of the project actually started when it was going to be a room for me. I had seen this idea on Pinterest to put a bench in the closet and I thought that seemed like a cool idea for a room that wasn’t going to need a traditional closet. My husband was game, so he started to build this (and then we just covered the bench in a different fabric than what we might otherwise have used and did something different with shelves and hooks).

bench inside closet

Here’s another angle so you can see how deep it is. Kind of cool, right?

bench inside closet

Once we he got all that done we started to think about how to decorate. I’m a big fan of wall decals because they’re relatively easy and there are so many possibilities. We used small decals when Connor was born – it was a last-minute pregnancy panic but I like how they turned out. We had a jungle/safari theme in his room, and I wanted something different for this baby. I didn’t have anything specific in mind, just not something overly cute, because that’s not really my thing.

I started looking on Etsy and came across these owls, along with some other similar decals. I know owls are totally in right now – I don’t know why, and I’m not really an owl nut, but I liked these. I pondered this for, oh, weeks and weeks. I showed Rich my favourited choices and he saw one he liked that had a tree with it, and after much pregnancy-induced indecision we finally ended up choosing a couple of the original owl decals I had seen.

This is the placement of the big one. I was skeptical about whether this would work with the wainscoting, but we cut the bottom off the tree and it does work.

wall decal placement

This is the trickier part on something this big – peeling the backing off. My terribly handy and artistic husband, however, had a method.

peeling backing from wall decal

Once the main tree was in place, we added the branches, then the birds and leaves. (Had to have birds in there somewhere.)

adding birds and leaves to wall decal

This is the other decal we chose – a mom (dad?) and baby owl. We originally tried it above the crib but it didn’t work (which is why they recommend you place first before starting to actually stick it to the wall). It’s now on the wall just inside the door, which I think looks better. (The stripe of tape down the centre is part of the magic method for getting these placed correctly.)

mother and baby owl wall decal

And then we added leaves to this one too.

adding leaves to wall decal

And here’s how the room turned out:

owl in tree mural on nursery wall

owl decal in nursery

Finished bench in closet

What do you think?

Dishes

Mundane is normal. Normal is good.

It’s the normal things I stop doing when things aren’t going well. The dishes languish, rinsed but not clean. The clutter in the house adds to the clutter in my mind.

I like puttering. It gives me a chance to think and to reflect and to feel in control. But none of those things is appealing when things aren’t going well. I don’t want to think and so I leave the dishes, my sullied thoughts glomming onto the detritus of dinner.

Lately my dishes are clean.

Clean dishes are normal. And normal is good.

As you may have noticed from my recent silence here, my writing isn’t coming together much lately. Or maybe it’s that I’m choosing to play and to sleep instead of choosing to write. In any case, I got a bit stuck. So when Velvet Verbosity suggested I try the 100 word challenge, I scoffed. “I don’t have time to write 100 words,” I told her (with a nod to Mark Twain). And then I decided it was worth a shot. And this is what came out in response to the current prompt – Doing the dishes.

 

I’ve also got a (previously written) post up on Just.Be.Enough today. Do you feel bad about feeding your kids McDonald’s? Join me in my McShame.

Grace in Small Things: #7

After yesterday’s whine I decided it was time for something more positive. Today, a bit of a gratitude list:

  1. Friends who give me maternity clothes. I didn’t have to buy summer stuff and wearing the clothes makes me think of them.
  2. The cool nights of late summer.
  3. Ultrasounds that tell you your baby is growing fine.
  4. Visits from friends.
  5. Having a clean car – inside and out.

My son asleep in my bedI don’t know why he does this on days I have to get up, but I did enjoy the cuddles.

 

Waging a battle against embitterment and taking part in Grace in Small Things.

Eight Years

One year ago I was closing doors behind me. I had returned to work after being on leave, had ditched some of the hard-core medication and figured life was returning to normal.

Except there’s no such thing as normal, which I now know and, I think, am better able to accept.

When life spins you around, the path ahead looks different. Even if you end up pointed in the same direction, things are not as they once were.

I thought I would just carry on as before, except that under all those layers of trying to find normal I knew it wasn’t going to work like that. And it didn’t. Instead of carrying on with my job, I quit. We sold our house and moved to another city, another province. I think maybe there was a part of me that thought it would be like sweeping the debris off the path of my past and starting anew.

But that’s not how it works.

After loving the change at first I went through a phase where I felt lost. It seemed as though I had lost not only the stuff in my past but the whole of me. And in that situation, it doesn’t matter which way on the path you’re facing. The road ahead simply looks unnavigable.

Now, though, the road is clear. Or maybe it’s my ability to see it that has improved.

So here I sit, three weeks away from being done with work again as I prepare to go on mat leave for a year. Seven weeks away from my due date with a second child I at one point thought wasn’t meant to be. And eight years from one of the most important days in my life.

Except that important day is in my past.

Eight years ago today I stood up in front of family and friends and cried as I married the man I loved.

At the time I had a very “first comes love” view of what it meant to be getting married and planning a family. We’d carry on, I imagined, simply doing the things we liked to do, eventually adding a kid or two into the mix.

But that’s not how it works.

And in a way I’m glad it’s not. Because if life really was just “first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage” I think that would be awfully boring.

Today we’ve been married for eight years. And one thing is for sure – none of it has been boring.

bride and groom reciting vows

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