Thank heavens for mommas. Mine was here for a few days to help me prepare for our baby boy’s arrival. I’ve been motivated to get busy with his room. However, my motivation had not exceeded calling a painter to paint his room.
Here are a few pics of what we she accomplished:
I confiscated the biplane pic from our office. Do you think Kris has noticed it missing yet? I bet he does now.
As soon Jett arrives, we will fill this frame with a sweet little picture of him with his big bro and sis. It’s low to the ground so he can see it….as are his hats. Because, he is obviously going to be wondering where his hats are next month.
Of course, Anna Takle needed to make sure she was a part of the organizing process. Or, at least, the photo ops. What you don’t see in this picture is her third ponytail in the back. And, don’t think I don’t have a picture of the back of her hair. She insisted on it.
We are going to put a picture of Jett above his crib inscribed with a scripture. I’ve been praying about that scripture, but I think I may have decided on one. More to come later there. And um, Jett will probably need to get here before I can complete that project.
I’ll post more pics as soon as the room is completely finished. Mom will probably be ready for a vacation when she gets back home today. Between working hard on Jett’s room, doing my laundry, and entertaining John Henry and Anna, she insisted I rest.
I resisted every time for at least three seconds. Then, she’d refill my water bottle, and I’d return to yelling loudly for Apolo Ohno.
What would I ever do without her?
I haven’t a clue.
It’s been said that “a mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.”
That is my mother. I am blessed. Very, very blessed.