So when nostalgia strikes, I do what any weepy mom does when she realizes her babies are growing up, I scanned through hundreds (if not thousands) of baby photos while pounding animal crackers (well, the Girl Scout cookies haven't been delivered yet, and slide shows need snacks. Don't judge.).
I also realized that I never showed you Court's nursery. It is no longer hers. She is now a big girl, occupying the big girl bed, in her big girl room. But the pictures are still here as evidence that she was, in fact, once my tiny little bundle.
|The sign above the bookshelf: "I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you |
to be when he thought of you first." -George MacDonald.
|I added trim to plain white curtains to match the crib skirt I made. |
The bookshelf was a hand-painted shower gift.
|'Little Poet' sign painted by a friend. Court's middle name means little poet.|
|A lamp I had in my room as a child.|
|A rocking chair I have had for a decade. Spent hundreds of hours there in the last three years.|
|The twigs were from the gorgeous tree that used to stand outside her window. The letters are fabric on wooden blocks.|
|Hand-cut butterflies above the crib.|
I'll post new pictures of the nursery and her big girl room soon.