Now 12 months later with serious unquenchable nesting instincts in full swing, the bad dream was a reality once again. The time had come to paint the baby's room.
7 (!!!) samples later, I have finally decided on a color for Baby Boy Milstein's abode. Yes, I know he won't even sleep in there for months. That's not the point.
My loving and wise husband, knowing that hurrying an 33.5 week pregnant woman of a toddler along is never a good idea, patiently waited for the go ahead to purchase the carefully selected, agonized over, gallons of paint. Thank you Honey for spending most of the weekend painting. I would have helped but you know the fumes...
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