As Requested: Nursery Photos!

>> Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Is anything ever really finished? Well, while the nursery is not technically "finished," per se, we'd be just fine if the baby came right now. (Not mentally or financially or physically, but the nursery would be in fine order anyway.) Once I'm on maternity leave -- TWO MORE DAYS!!! -- I plan to spend time in there, organizing the changing table shelves with important changing table items, etc. And we still need a bit more wall decoration, but a lot of that will depend on the child (the baby's name, for one, and a Shea Stadium plaque that I promised Bill will go up on the wall if we have a boy).

But for now, here are some photos, which don't do it justice. It is the most perfect room in anyone's house ever. The only thing that could make it better is, well, the baby! (I wish I knew how to use Blogspot to really upload these pictures in a way that didn't suck, but I don't. So sorry if the text is all squished around the pictures. One of these days, Bill and I will redesign thepavlous.com, but for now...)

This is the view from the doorway. Mae loves the rug.















This is the rocker/recliner, with Mama Pav's handmade bookshelf ladder behind it. (Those are battery candles, so no worry about causing a fire!) On the argyle wall (Papa Z's masterpiece) there, we hung a shadow box with baby argyle socks in it -- they are so tiny and cute!


















Here's a better view of the wall, with the armoire on the left, and you can see the window molding that Mama Pav did.












The crib. I love the crib, and this bedding that I got discounted for way cheap at Pottery Barn Kids (thanks to a tip from Kristine). It might even be a little girly, but I don't care. The baby won't know if those are clouds or flowers, and I like it. (And, yes, that pillow -- and the bumper too, eventually -- will come out of the crib so as to prevent any smothering.) You also can see the curtain there, behind the crib, covering the bookshelves.







This is the bookshelf next to the crib and the changing table area.





















Here's the changing table head on (the doorway is to your left). Our signature Rascal Flatts mention above: "My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to." Bill finished that up last night. Love it.



















And, in case you haven't seen it from an earlier post (did I post it?) or from our Flickr page, here's the switch plate my Aunt Maggie made (on the wall next to the doorway)!



















And that's the whole room. I'm very excited about it, in case you couldn't tell. I can't wait to spend a bunch of time in there. Any day now...

1 comments:

Adam,  July 16, 2009 at 9:57 PM  

The room looks great! Love the walls.

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Steph and Bill

We officially met at Rowan University, in Bozorth Hall, in publication layout class in January 2003: Bill was a student, I was the professor’s helper. He kept pretending he didn’t know how to make bulleted lists, but I knew he just wanted me to keep running over to his computer.


We basically moved in together and started dating at the same time, and spent a couple of years hanging out and dreaming about the future and driving up and down the NJ Turnpike from our parents houses to “our” apartment in Glassboro, until we both moved back home after graduation from grad school. Where the pressure to get married already really started.


On June 17, 2005, I suggested we go into the city to see the Empire State Building, because it was something neither of us had ever done. On the walk from the train, I put on my left hand a ring he had given me for Christmas — I said I didn’t need a ring to know we were going to get married, and anytime he got around to it was fine. Whatever. Typical Steph-fighting-words.


When we got to the Empire State Building, I tried to go inside, but he kept me outside, saying how big the building was. I said, yeah, that’s great, let’s go inside, and started to walk toward the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to kiss and hug me, and said, Take that ring off that hand. If you’re going to have a ring on that hand, it has to be the right one. And he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a box and got down on his knee on the New York concrete and proposed. People coming out of the building stopped to watch. I cried.


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Miss Maeberry

Miss Maeberry came into our lives on March 24, 2007. She was born Jan. 11 of that year in the Poconos, and we rescued her as soon as we could. (Not really, but, well, we were glad to bring her home from the breeders’.) She was a tiny, scared, little bundle of fur … and then she grew up. Aside from the plethora of health issues she has, she’s a bit crazy. But we love her anyway.


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Xavier Shea

The love of all of our lives, and the main subject of this blog. Xavier came into our lives on Aug. 1, 2009, and quickly shot up both on the growth charts and in our hearts.


Let’s not waste anymore time here and just get to it, shall we?

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