We built a crib

The wee baby Seamus isn't due for another 7 weeks, but over here in impatient-land we like to get things done either waaaay ahead of time or, like, 6 months late. Lucky for husband fellow, my nesting instinct ate my procrastination tendency, and now I need everything done RIGHT STAT NOW.

And that is the story of how we have a fully assembled crib ready to go in the fully painted nursery.

Hooray, check marks on the list! The thing INSIDE the crib is not a mattress, though, it's a blanket. We have a mattress ordered, but in the mean time I didn't want the cats jumping in the crib and mangling their legs on the spring frame. That is just exactly the sort of thing they would do to add some spice to my life, and I really don't need 2 crippled cats to pay vet bills for/take care of when there's a cranky watermelon living in my uterus who is preparing to make a grand appearance in a few weeks. Still, I should have know what would happen if I put ANYTHING soft and squishy in the crib.

They think it's pretty awesome that we've spent so much time and energy making a pretty new room for them to sleep in. I have a feeling there is going to be some serious disappointment come September. Womp-womp.