Emma drew this picture of me a few days ago, and as I looked more closely at it, I thought, "yup, pretty accurate." Well, except for the detail of two children swimming around in my tummy….But otherwise, feeling huge, sporting some puffy hands and a dark hole of a belly-button. I never get that cute little out-y belly button when I’m pregnant, instead mine turns into a giant dark crater. However, it has become the megaphone between my children and the baby, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.
But I do appreciate that Emma gave me a pretty good hair day in this picture, a smile and pretty slim legs…but if I was wearing a pair of maternity jeans that I was constantly tugging back up to my waist, then it would be really accurate.
I went to the paint store over the weekend and picked out some colors for the baby room. Standing in front of that wall of paint chips–I realized again that I really like color–lots of colors. But I had something in my head and I came pretty close. I also realized that I’m influenced by the names of the colors: "quail egg" is what Dan is going to paint the baby crib. I love the color and I really love the name. Our crib is a hand-me-down and has now been in service for probably five children. The wood is definitely ready for a refresh.
I probably could have stayed in that paint section for an hour or two just watching other people make their painting decisions. I watched a pair of teenage girls who were picking out bedroom paint, pull shades of color off the wall that looked more like streetwise lipstick shades than a color you’d want to be surrounded in while you slept. And a husband and wife pulling out card after card of taupes and orangey-tans, looking for a color to match their living room carpet.
I think they should consider hiring paint counselors, stationed around the color chips. I’d volunteer.