Major Life Decisions

When Sarah and I started talking about babies the decision was easy. We were ready.

We didn’t have to wrestle with the idea. There was no back and forth. We weren’t waiting on anything to change or happen first. For us, when we started our family kids would come when it was time… and that time, it appears had come.

The ease of that decision, came relatively soon after another easy decision – to marry Sarah. So at this point in my life, I’ve made a few life decisions with a calm confidence that ought to be the envy of our world leaders. “Leave the decisions to me,” I thought to myself, “while the rest of the world is busy forming commissions to write pros and cons and draw decision trees, I’ll eat an ice cream sandwich and then make the best choice.”

….That was until recently.

The series of choices to be made prior to a baby’s arrival have humbled me into a childlike reliance on our Good Lord. I’ve now discovered that under no circumstance are any of these decisions to be taken lightly — and their weight sits firmly on my shoulders. Out of all the difficult decisions at my feet recently one has very clearly has brought me to my knees:

The color of the nursery.

Silly me. I thought light green and light blue meant our decision had been made. Nope. It turns out that there are lots of light greens and light blues. In fact, every paint company at every paint supply store offers every possible shade of every color of the rainbow… and they all have their own name. As a result, choosing a color or combination of colors more closely resembles playing a game of Clue than preschool finger painting. Mystery Solved. “Professor Plum” in the kitchen with “Rusty Candlestick”.

I’ve painted before. But never did the future of my child depend on it. It was as if each shade of green or blue would subliminally influence my child’s interests thereby setting the trajectory of his entire life. “Island Paradise” and “Soothing Memento” makes a third world missionary;
“Warm Shawl” and “Huggy Bear” he’ll be Supreme Court Justice; “Minty Fresh” and “Pacific Starfish” he’ll own two Subways, three Great Clips and a Holiday Inn.

The color issue was brought to my attention as I was winding down a rather productive day and thinking about bed. Sarah asked me if I would help her decide on the color. “Easy enough,” I thought “I can squeeze this chore into the end of my day.”

Once I agreed, Sarah immediately pulled a four inch stack of blue and green “swatches” out of her bag. I was reminded of how on a recent trip to visit some friends I was taken by their six month old daughter’s ability to sincerely laugh and cry at the same time. Now I empathized.

Piles of possible colors

A few of the color choices

I shuffled through the stack and picked out the two I liked. “How about these two?” I asked, pulling out my favorites. Sarah took the green and blue color swatch from my hand and paused for a moment.

“Really?” she asked. The inflection in her voice implied that my choice was off… Way off… So far off in fact that we could measure the distance in light years. “too green. not enough blue.”

I pretended to understand. “Ok. Let me try again.”

I grabbed the stack of swatches and took a deep breath (The same breath you take right before an attempt at jumping the Grand Canyon). I shuffled through it once more. This time looking for a less “green” green and a more “blue” blue. I gave her two different pairs.

Sarah examined my offerings intently. Another pause.

“No. Those aren’t going to work,” she rejected. “Think more ‘versatility.’”

“‘Versatility’. Right.” I grabbed the stack again. It felt heavier this time.

The back and forth went on for awhile. Unable to pick the right card from the deck, I was living a street magician’s worst nightmare. “Is this your card? no? How about this one? no? this one?”

Ultimately deductive reasoning and determination persevered. When I pulled the last two blue and green from the stack Sarah said, “Oh good. Those are the ones liked from the beginning.”

When people ask us what color we painted the nursery I tell them “cable car with some sprig of mint.”

-p

oh baby . . .

funny how much time and energy a baby takes, even before he arrives.  besides all the work my body is doing to grow this little life, there are so many other tasks on the checklist of “things to do” before the actual birth

there’s the researching and registering for all of the STUFF. . .

touring and deciding on a hospital (and a birth plan, and birthing classes, and . . . ) . . .

painting the nursery . . .

finding and assembling the furniture . . .

just to name a few.

as you can see, we’ve had a busy july getting all of these projects underway.  painting is finished.  registries are done.  craigslist has been good to us – a new, never-out-of-the-box crib (for much less than store cost) and the perfect dresser (except for the fact that it was a light pink color when we got it – a saturday of painting solved that).  birth classes this coming weekend.  things are slowly dropping off the list.  we’ll keep you posted as more occurs.  as always, more pics on flickr.

stay tuned . . .

So we are way behind on the blogging.  As of now, all the new pics are uploaded , but no time or energy to post them with commentary tonight.   Check back soon though . . . we’ll be giving you a whirlwind tour of our very busy July.  To make this post a little less dull, here’s a pic of us from my mom’s birthday dinner tonight.  Not a great shot of the bump, but a super shot of my handsome husband.  🙂

24 weeks

Another month down.  This month has held the most changes so far, i think.  While we started feeling the baby move around 18-19 weeks, now his movements are SO much more pronounced – serious kicking and wiggling.  After the first day of the MS150 ride, we went to see “Knight and Day” (the new Tom Cruise/Cameron Diaz movie).  Looks like the little guy is going to like action movies –  he never stopped moving the whole time.  According to developmental charts, his little ears are  hearing sounds outside the womb now – perhaps all of the loud noises got him all pumped up.  Aside from feeling movement, my belly is definitely showing his growth.  I have enough bump that things like bending over or getting out of Peter’s low-to-the-ground car are more awkward.  Despite the awkwardness, I really can’t complain.  I have felt great.  Tired more easily than usual, but great nonetheless.  A few pics of the belly for your viewing pleasure.

As you can see, Peter’s belly hasn’t grown much in the past many months.  Good thing.

More later.

We hope to show you pics of the nursery soon.

Painting is done, but we are still in process with furniture and accessories.