Today, after the too-early crib hunt, we continued on with more of our exciting life. And our child, he, came along. First, I completed decorations for the house; in addition to last year's lit skull, purchased from Wal-mart for 4.99, thank you China, the string of lit-up happy jack-o-lanterns and ghosts, decorated the front of our house with window chalk. My first masterpiece, the tombstone inscribed with "RIP Freddie." The next, a ghost "Boo". The next, a skull, with cross-bones. And finally, a jack-o-lantern, meant to be mean and scary.
Today, too, we stood in the soon to be nursery. I have big plans, big ones, ambitious as the Universe. In fact, it is the Universe, at least, the local one. The nursery is meant to depict and give the visitor and our child, him, the illusion of floating or flying in the upper atmosphere of earth above the clouds. I should post the sketch. The room is half sky, light blue and at the chair rail height (yes I watch HGTV, more of my exciting life) clouds, and the other half a darker, nearly midnight blue, meant to be outer space. Then, in closer than life imagery, the planets, the sun, the moon, a cow to jump over it, a rocket, an alien, and the rest of the firmament. Quite dramatic and ambitious. I may not get that far, as there are phases to this should the rest of life prevent me from truly fulfilling this quest.
So today I dragged kelly into the future nursery and we stood there, placing the crib, debating about the changing table and yes talking about how to paint it. How would the clouds work in and transition the sky and space? Yes, we talked about that--we would put cartoon-ish clouds in between the two colors.
Which brings up our differences in philosophy and what every man and woman, probably since adam and eve, have discussed. Kelly doesn't want the nursery too realistic. My dream of a nursery shouldn't be too science-cy. It should have cartoon characters and such. This makes sense to me too as the room is for an infant so I won't put up too much of a fight. For instance, we plan to have the dogs, Rebel and Bowie, depicted in a rocket ship and flying out in space. As we all know, the dogs would have a hard time sticking their head out into a vacuum. So I guess I am saying that if you expect a literal interpretation of space, get over it, I did.
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