Decisions, decisions

I spent the morning at our new house meeting some flooring guys, scrubbing some bathrooms and wandering around our really cool backyard trying to identify flowers that have yet to bloom. (This is when having my yard-savvy friend Sarah around would have come in handy. I have no idea what's going on in this backyard, but I have a hunch that she could glance at a leaf and know instinctively what plant she's dealing with. Guess I'll have to wait until they bloom to hone my landscaping skills.)

Abby came with me and napped in her pack-n-play in her new room, and I had a flashback. It was almost 13 months ago that I stood in an unused room in our old house with visions of pink and green walls and colorful curtains and cheery baby furniture dancing in my head. The minute we found out we were having a girl, that pesky pregnancy nesting instinct kicked into full gear, and I fought hard to stifle it since I knew we'd be moving. Somehow I convinced my very rational husband to do the most irrational thing he could think of, and with our house about to go on the market, he painted a room that would serve as Abby's nursery for less than three weeks Fairy Dust Pink and Apple Slice Green. Not exactly what our realtor meant when he told us to neutralize all our paint colors to get ready to sell, but it did wonders in satisfying my nesting instinct, at least for a little while.

Now I get to start over. I finally get to create the nursery I've been dreaming of for over a year. This opens up whole new possibilities. Maybe I'll go with Pink Odyssey or Magic Wand Pink this time. Perhaps Grassy Field Green is a better choice than Apple Slice. Lowe's wall of paint chips, here I come!