The adoption process differs from pregnancy for some obvious reasons. But one thing that is perfectly parallel is the maternal instinct to nest. And for the past two months, this mama bird has been nesting up a storm! I’ve been cleaning and cooking and plugging all the outlets. Reorganizing cabinets with the fun stuff (Tupperware, oh boy!) at the bottom, washing the pre-loved clothes, and knocking the dust off of our – eh hem – 35-year-old Fisher Price toys.
Our house is officially toddler ready… until she hits the ground running and proves me otherwise, of course.
The true joy though has been transforming our guest bedroom into our first nursery, and a happy place she can call her own. I so hope she loves it, and all the sweet things that fill it. Between the hand-me-downs, the hand-made goods, and the hand-crafted wall units, this little space is filled to the crown molding with big love.
We don’t know her favorite color yet, so I picked ours: blue. Blue is the color of my Gramma’s eyes (the little lotus’ namesake!) and of the ocean we will cross to become a family of three. First I scored a vintage world map and stumbled upon a steal of a rug – both saturated in shades of blue. Then, as with the rest of our house, I flea-market frenzied my way into finding all kinds of fun goodies to pull the space together at the 11th hour.