nesting.

I feel like a mama bird creating a nest for her babies. I cannot get enough. Organizing, cleaning, sorting, separating, purging. It keeps me going these days. I'm not quite sure where I'm getting the energy, but it's coming from somewhere. Just in the past two weeks,I we have cleaned out the garage, sealed the garage floor, cleaned out the entire craft room to make room for the nursery, held a garage sale, organized the pantry, refrigerator, and freezer, cleaned out two closets, primed the nursery, painted our twenty-foot foyer, hallway, and up the stairs, and steam cleaned the carpet in four rooms. Whew! It exhausts me just to type it. Of course, I have not done it alone. Taylor, P and my mom have helped a ton, especially with the painting. I have such a wonderful family. Thanks guys :)

I took this picture after Taylor said to me, "Bones, you better take a picture of this, because I'm never doing this again." It is about twenty feet to the ceiling in our foyer. This family is not too fond of heights.


Even P has pitched in. Yesterday he came running up to me and said, "Mama, where's my orange hammer and tape measure and nails?" (I'm not sure where the "nails" part came from. He better not have nails hiding anywhere.) My response, "Why do you need all of that, P?" "Because I've got to build my baby sister a playroom." Too cute. However, I'm not sure if him building a playroom for his baby sister is out of the goodness and kindness of his heart or if he is scared to death to lose his playroom to a new baby. Either way, he seems to be catching on to the idea of a sibling. He'll be a good big brother.


I think that in the back of my mind I'm remembering how dreadfully tired and sore I felt in my pregnancy with P from thirty weeks on. I have to get this nest ready for baby Shoes' arrival. (No, she still doesn't have a name. Any suggestions?)