This used to be The Man Cave. It’s now The Baby Cave since the word nursery is kind of weak. I realize that “cave” implies that our child has fangs and bat wings, but in our current vampire-obsessed culture I think he’ll blend just fine.
The room is 90 percent finished. When my dad comes down in June, he’ll install white chair rail between the beige and green walls.
The crib was a gift from my parents. There’s (of course) a ridiculous story behind the purchasing of the crib, but I’ll save that tale for another day. The rug is from Ikea. I LOVE IKEA. And yes, I always think of Ed Norton’s IKEA rant in Fight Club when I’m aimlessly wandering the store’s tidy/handsome apartment displays.
I still need to replace the mini blinds with white cordless shades. I haven’t decided if I’m keeping the green valances. My mom made them for The Man Cave a couple years ago and they seem to match the room’s current reincarnation, so we’ll see.
I take zero credit for the paint job and crib assembly. Last month, I escaped to my Oma and Opa’s place in South Sarasota County for a weekend away with my sister. When I returned two days later to a freshly painted cave and expertly assembled crib, I got all weepy and sentimental.
With each new step I take with Joe, I fall deeper and deeper in love. I’m a lucky lady.
Have I told you our baby will be named Henry after Joe’s dad and Richard after my dad? That’s right. Our child is a king. Maybe we’ll call the cave THE ROYAL CHAMBERS instead. The door hang was crafted by one of Joe’s coworkers. His company had a homemade Valentine’s Day exchange and this was the valentine he received. I love that the chick who made it glued a soccer ball to the top. I played soccer for six years and it would DO ME PROUD if Henry played one day …
Anyone who has ever met the pug knows these aren’t the only big balls in our house.
[Pullout couch = IKEA. Little stool = Sarasota garage sale. Big white balls = Land of Nod.]
The guitar is an obvious ode to The King’s father. I can’t play, but Joe can tear it up like a rock star. (Our neighbors can attest.) One of the first things I asked him when we started talking about having kids was: “Will you puhleese teach them how to play guitar?” He looked at me like, duh.
[Bookshelf = Pier 1 Imports. Ottoman = Target. Chess board = beautiful souvenir Joe bought many moons ago in Italy.]
The little Disney trinket jar is something I saved from my childhood for THIS very occasion. It was a gift from my Oma. On my first trip to Florida, when I was about 11 years old, I collected sand from Siesta Key Beach, poured it into this jar and vowed to anyone who would listen that one day I would move to Florida. I kept it on my dresser until the day I left home. It’s remained with me ever since, which is a miracle since I left most of my earthly possessions in a downtown Sarasota cottage four years ago upon embarking on a cross-country road trip to Oregon.
Eighteen years and six moves later, the jar has never chipped and the sand has never spilled.
In case you’re curious: I turned over most of my possessions to a pair of really sweet tenants who moved into the Sarasota cottage the day I moved out. They had very little stuff and they seemed quite pleased with my bohemian hand-me-downs.
[Night light = IKEA.]
I should point out that I originally wanted all white furniture for The Baby Cave, but my mothership quickly pointed out the pitfalls of white furniture and in the end I’m so glad we went with cherry wood. As PK would say, “It’s classy.”
I should also point out that The Baby Cave is the first room we’ve painted since moving into our pad three years ago.
[Yellow blankie = knitted by Oma. Tree art = HomeGoods.]
That’s a picture of Joe as a wee boy. You didn’t know he played for The Mets, did you? The stuffed king was an awesome little surprise from my eco-conscious cousins Erik and Reb in Colorado. They recently had a baby boy, who is also a king. This is Henry’s first organic toy, which means I wont get skeezed out by the possibility of lead poisoning when he gnaws on it.
I hadn’t intended to go for a monkey theme. It just kind of happened.
[Crib sheets + Breathable bumpers + plush monkey = Babies R Us. “Grandma Loves Me” blankie = another gift from my mom, who is very excited about the birth of her first grandbaby.]
Note to expecting parents: It’s not necessary to invest in an expensive changing table when you can purchase a dresser with a longer lifespan. The changing pad fit perfectly on top of this chest and look at all the storage potential we’ve got underneath. Four enormous drawers! PLUS, it fit like a glove inside this odd cutout next to the closet. I measured 100 dressers to find the best fit.
[Dresser = IKEA. Changing pad + Monkey clock = Babies R Us. Mirror = HomeGoods.]
The closet is a work-in-progress. It used to be completely non-functional. We ripped out a shelf and slid these cubes inside. I can’t be bothered to hang baby clothes. Hanging a onesie is like hanging underwear.
[Wire cube storage apparatus = Target.]
Everything I purchased for this room had to have storage potential. We have two closets in our house and you just saw one of them. I’m always looking for creative ways to hide things and this little end table/cabinet had two big shelves inside, so it was a keeper.
[Cabinet + lamp = HomeGoods.]
Phew. You’ve now come to the end of a fairly comprehensive tour of The Baby Cave.
I hope I didn’t bore you. Like I said, I’m nesting.
And man are my wings tired.