Nursery blues.

Were moving.

I knew the day would come when we would have to say goodbye to this little rental that has been so good to us, but I didn't think that day would come only 3 short weeks after the birth of our son. Bryan and I have so many memories here. He proposed to me in the kitchen, in his underwear, while I attempted to make the perfect potato soup. This is the home we came back to as husband and wife after our honeymoon. This is where, if our memory serves us, we started our little family. This is the where we brought our son home to. So many wonderful memories. I thought that there would be many more to come... which is why I didn't think twice about painting an elaborate nursery for Wyatt when I was a mere 22 weeks pregnant.

I knew I wanted to do a nature theme, hoping to instill a love for the outdoors in him as early as possible. Calming greens with hints of browns and reds. Perfection. I looked online for ideas until finally deciding on a simple tree with branches and leaves flowing across the walls. I resanded the crib that we bought for him, getting rid of the teeth marks the previous owner had left in the railings. I found the matching changing table and Grammy gave us the perfect rocking chair to complete the set. Grandma Juanita had a beautiful quilt made for him, covered with deer and bear prints. All of this together made for the perfect nursery to bring our son home to... and that is exactly what we did.

Now will Wyatt remember this nursery? Unless I ever manage to print the pictures out that I took of it, probably not. Has he slept in his crib while looking up at the flowing branches of the tree that mommy painstakingly painted for him while her sciatica flared up? Once, but only while I quickly swapped out the poo covered changing table cover for a clean one. Will he know that I love him and want nothing but the best for him in life and will do anything to give him that even if it means inhaling paint fumes while 22 weeks pregnant only to have to do it all again less then a year later? You bet he will.

So am I sad that I have to leave the nursery behind? Yes, of course I am. I had envisioned many memories that would take place there. But rather then focus on what would have been I am looking forward to what will be. Wyatt will have a new room, one that I get to decorate and paint... again. Luckily my dream job is an interior designer so I have no problem doing this. He will have a house that he can call his own. He will have a big yard that he and Bentley can play in... woods to roam around in... trees to make forts in. Bryan and I are giving him the childhood that we both had. I don't remember my first room. I doubt that Bryan does either. But I do remember our barn and all the neat stuff I had stashed away there. I do remember our tree fort and the memories my brother and I made there. I remember summers at the river, marshmallow roasts at night, snowball fights in the pond. Those are the things I remember. I can only hope that even if Wyatt has to leave his first nursery behind, he will know that I tried to give him the best... and in doing so we hopefully gave him something better.

To our new adventures on Noakes Road and the memories to be made... and the nurseries to be painted while were there.