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When I found out that we was expecting a little girl this May  with out any reservation I  started daydreaming about her nursery.  I envisioned  it being  sweet, delicate and simply lovely. I bought a gallon of pink paint and was ready to get to work when The Husband found me.....

this little dream of rocker on KSL.  Suddenly my whole vision for her nursery changed. I woke up in the middle of the night with the idea of doing a meadow in her nursery. It only seemed appropriate considering where we live.  Luckily for me, my extremely talented oldest sister was in town for the weekend taking an art class...

Naturally I took advantage of  her talent. It was incredible to watch as she quickly sketched on the nursery wall while her gifted hands made what I had envisioned take form. I will always treasure the memory of staying up late visiting and laughing with my sister as I carefully tried to paint the grass and a few of the flowers....then I would ask her without fail to fix the work I had just done.

In a way I feel like decorating her nursery is the first act of love I am giving to her, my daughter.....not that a newborn usually has strong opinions about their sleeping arrangements :)

Painting has been messier then I could have ever imagined! When I went to buy the paint for the mural it was after what  easily could have been one the longest nights of my life.  I went to bed at 1:00 in the morning only to have the Mister wake up at 1:15 with a blood curdling scream. We watched Diego, took a bath together and eventually  fell back asleep just shy of 5:00 AM and like usual were up before 7:00a.m.!  We were both restless and tired, but not being one to want to waste a day I decided to go shopping and to treat ourselves to a slice of Magelby's cake. The cake proved to be a great idea. As far as the shopping, my only excuse is the fatigue clouded my better judgement. Honestly, when is taking a 1 year old antique shopping ever a good idea. Jett did walk away with a foam sword.

Later that afternoon I took him to the doctors....it was traumatic.....especially for the poor nurse that had to restrain my little guy. He had another double ear infection...they prescribed a penicillin product.....We discovered this week that he is severely alergic to penicillin.

So there we were at Walmart picking up paint for the soon to be mural. The machines kept quitting on the poor girl, she just started working there, causing paint to overflow. Nearly 50 minutes after arriving at the paint counter  I was walking away with my cart full of groceries and much to my horror an unsealed  quart of red  paint!! It tipped over covering my Steve Madden boots and everything else in sight. Jett who was just steps behind me ran right into the little red scene that I unfortunately created. I am confident my face was a similar  in color to the paint that now covered me from the hips down. The friendly Walmart employees scurried around me as I fought to hold onto my now screaming toddler.

 Crowds of people quickly formed to watch this little spectacle unfold. Like most people I enjoy a bit of attention.....but definitely not this kind. I bursted into tears doing what my sister and I refer to as the "ugly cry" telling no one at all about how tired we were and his ear infection. Even at the time I knew that someday this would be a funny story.....I am not quite there yet!.......The silver lining was once I saw the paint spread out  over the floor I realized that it was a little too pink. Through my sobs I told the frazzled young employee that " I think I want to try a different shade of red." (I can already see the humor in that :) She looked up at me and smiled and replied "I think we might be able to get this off your boots." Despite everything we both started giggling....there was no saving suede and we both knew it!

I guess we can chalk it up to a blessing in disguise....or maybe not. I mean at least I only bought a quart, can you imagine the damage a gallon would have done?. Later in the week when the husband and I were finishing touching up the walls, the mister walked in and completely tripped landing squarely into the paint tray  sitting neatly on a tarp on the floor.  For some reason we couldn't stop laughing at our luck...It was worth a little mess.

Here is the mister perfecting his tantrums. He practices several times a day. Needless to say he is getting quite good at them. It really is a talent!