So, my blogging days began previous to Toile Baby, at a time when my focus was our house, our pets, our pumpkins, and our life in general. Then, I found out I was pregnant (a little less than a year ago), and started this blog — which caused the original blog (Living Room) to slack, and this one to prevail. Seriously, who was I kidding?
Of course, once Marco arrived…this, too, became neglected.
I really, really, really enjoy blogging. Not because I feel like I have to share my life with the world. But because it’s a writing outlet…unique from the writing that pays the bills. And because it’s pretty cool to think that in 24 years, we can all look back at these posts and laugh/gasp/smile about our life in the 2010’s (I still don’t know what you call this decade? The tens? Doesn’t really have much of a ring to it).
Anyway, I want to continue to blog. At least once a week. But, without having a ton of free time on my hands now-a-days, I’m choosing to combine the two blogs. Afterall, Living Room was started with the tag — “making room to live and laugh a little more,” and nothing adds life and laughter like a new baby.
So, without further ado…you can follow the life and times of it all, including Toile Baby, back at the original home: Living Room.
Week #16 (and onto 17)…
Well, the baby is quickly learning that his/her mom can be sporadic in her ways. Though a list for each week seemed to work in the beginning, my creatively-apt mind works much better via stream of thought. So, good-bye lists, hello rambles…
This week you…
were with us for a week that started with loss and ended with life. We spent the beginning of the week at your great grandma’s funeral. It was nice to see the family, but sad that it had to be for this reason. But the ceremony was beautiful, and we’re glad you could be there with us to celebrate the life of your dad’s wonderful grandparents. If you couldn’t tell already, they meant a lot to him. I’m sure he’ll tell you all about them sometime soon.
On the brighter side, we finished the week by visiting a new baby, Timothy T., and getting excited by the news that TWO more of our friends had babies – Cora B. and Leo D. Talk about a baby boom! That makes four of our friends with new babies this month. Three boys, and 1 girl. Your dad’s the math one in the family, but if you ask me, statistics would say you’re going to be a girl, of course, if you’re the type that likes to follow a trend, I guess you’ll be a boy (only 2 more weeks till we find out, and we’ll be thrilled either way).
And, finally, I’m 99% sure I felt you moving around this week. It was Thursday at work, near the end of the day. Though your little goldfish-like tickles were quite distracting, I couldn’t get enough of that feeling. I’m ready for more!
Why the name Toile Baby, you ask?
Well, I wanted something distinct, yet ownable.
Unique, yet memorable.
Real, yet whimsical.
So, to cover all of the above, I went with something that’s not only fun to say, but already a part of this little bean’s future — his/her bedroom. You see, the room we have designated as “the nursery” is currently covered in toile (pronounced twall) wallpaper. It’s actually not that bad as far as wallpaper goes, especially compared to the rest of the rooms in the house. Though it does look pretty busy now that I’ve taken this picture.
After a little personal debate over whether or not the toile will be a good fit for the baby’s room, I’ve decided it’s going to have to come down. Though I like it, it’s not my dream look, and I can’t wait to start from scratch. With that in mind, I’m hoping I can salvage a little scrap and maybe keep it in a frame. It is kind of aspirational, after all, featuring all sorts of historical-looking figures hard at work.
The tear-it-down project will come soon enough. Like I said, we’re finding out the gender, so we still have time to determine paint colors/decor.
- 12 weeks, 1 day
For now, here’s a glimpse of Baby and me in the room de toile. Yes, he/she is starting to give me a little bump. A little shocking at first, but incredibly exciting overall.