Pretty in Pink

So, we did it (and by we, I mean me agonizing, analyzing, photo taking, picture emailing, doubting, having Bobby make 3 trips to the paint store, camouflaging our walls in various shades and then finally deciding to make B-dub make the final call) decided to paint our little Annabelle's room P I N K!  I mean, don't get me wrong, I LOVE pink, it just somehow has developed a stigma throughout time that all things pink are extra girly, extra frilly, extra...well just extra is a good word to describe it I guess.  I get that pink is girly, but we are GIRLS...right!??!?  I am not sure how one color is so fully embraced and fully despised all at the same time. I am all for a few girly moves, but had a little hang-up on us going over the top with pink, giving our sweet girl a lifetime despise for the color.  However, before my rant turns into a rave...I will stop here about pink, no matter how you slice it....

we painted pink (and by WE - I mean, my b-dub starting at 7:00 a.m. on both of his days off accompanied by his parents, who locked themselves in the nursery, so the fumes wouldn't get into the rest of the house, painted dusk til dawn, stopping only for food and necessary trips to the bathroom).  TGFIL (Thank goodness for in-laws).  I think my paint crew rivaled any make-over show on any cable network, these guys were full painting pros.  In less than 48 hours, they turned our khaki cave into a pretty nursery for our little Annabelle.  This unlike many jobs, was two jobs rolled into one, or maybe four jobs rolled into two...You see we (please refer to my previous definition of we here) painted her room, then her bathroom, then ceiling in her room, THEN ceiling in her bathroom....a hefty feat.  EVERYTHING in these spaces, ceiling included was a deep khaki color that just wasn't fitting into my vision for my girls nursery.  Don't get me wrong, I like the color...in fact, every other room in our house is that color, I just felt like we needed something a little different for our baby girl. 

So my crew, that I am entirely indebted to, spent their entire weekend helping us get Annabelle's room - pretty in pink.  It feels like finally her room is taking form, I am already picturing a little nightlight in the corner, pretty music piping through the space, the soft glow of a lamp in the corner, and my little girl sleeping soundly in the space that was made just for her.  An image that brings tears to my eyes, even as I am typing.  Not because of anything material that we do, make, or put in the room for her, but because it is all for HER!  Our precious girl. 

Daddy-Dub was on a mission this weekend, to take the whole project and complete it to perfection...without the help of hired hands.  Something me and a few others tried to talk him out of  :) but Mission baby room was on his mind, and he was set to conquer it with everything he had!  And conquer he did! 

the PINK, still drying, but perfectly done :)



Our pink room!!


Mission baby room had 2 op teams this weekend ( my husband will either be proud of me for using military terms here, or ashamed at my lack of knowledge & misuse of them), our painting op team that I have told you about and our second op team, I like to call the shopping op team.  I was on the second team... Don't let the title fool you, our second op team was not your usual, toned, trained, and condition team you may be more familiar with when you think mission force...in fact, it was very much the opposite.  We were there in mental force (or at least we were for the most part) but the team being comprised of me ( BIG baby belly in tow, swelling feet, and hungry most of the time) and my mom, who under normal circumstance would have been able to paint the room, the bathroom, shop, and cook dinner all in one day, is still recovering from knee replacement surgery, she had less than 6 weeks ago!!!  Trooper....I would say so.  After weeks of me chomping at the bit to get her to come down, and weeks of not asking because I knew she just couldn't, my mom was a warrior and decided she was up for the trip!  Annabelle & I both were VERY glad she came! Nevertheless you could say we weren't operating at full capacity.  However, we figured out that with the right amount of snacks - appropriately timed, comfy chairs, and stores with bathrooms we could really function ok.  We got a LOT of fun things accomplished for our little one, things I COULD NOT HAVE DONE WITHOUT the help of my two teams.  B-dub and I feel so beyond blessed to have so many people helping us prepare for and welcoming our little love.  I don't know what we would do without the many, many hands of our family and friends that are willing to go above and beyond to make this nesting process go as smoothly as possible!  A thank you would never be enough!

I cant wait to tell Annabelle about all the help her sweet family gave her mommy and daddy as we prepared for her arrival.  She is one very lucky girl.  And we are some very lucky parents.   The loving touch that has literally stroked her walls, paced her floors, and picked her decorations will all be embraced by not only me, but Annabelle as well.  Her room will be the perfect reminder for all of us of just how much love we are surrounded by, every second of every day by our families.