Bedroom painted pink and girly? Check.

This house now comes complete with one pink bedroom.

A girly paradise, with pink curtains and a pink lampshade.

What more could you ask for.  Ok, I can’t do anything about the deep blue carpets or dark varnished cupboard doors, but everything else is taking shape.

Not only that but the new bed is on order too.

Get me…

So before long, the princess will be in her very own bedroom.  Which, quite frankly, is downright scary.

It just goes to remind you of how quickly things are moving.  Next year she will be three and starting in nursery / playschool (if I ever learn to drive) and no doubt will start coming home with a new found confidence and demanding nature.

‘Daddy, can I have a skinny latte, hold the cream………. Cressada had one today at nursery and it was simply divine……..!’

Good god, I hope it doesn’t come to that.  I’m so thankful that I’m not posh.

It also makes the next three months seem very short indeed.

Obviously, the reason we’re moving Sophie into her own room is to leave that one as a nursery, for the next one.

Which is due in three months.  108 days.

Oh. M. Gee.

Week 23 – Pain-t

To quote Bad Boys, ‘Shit just got real!’

Okay, it was real weeks ago, but things are now happening.

I’m buying and painting stuff.  It’s that serious!

As stated in a previous post, I have bought a new set of wheels, and I must admit I am quite pleased with the purchase.

But again, the painting has started too.  (Note that painting has the word ‘pain’ nestled in it.  It hurts on many levels).

This to me means the arrival is on track and isn’t too far off.

You can generally tell this because I’m one of these people who tend to leave things to the last moment.  Literally.

I was half way through painting the bathroom when Sophie decided to ‘pop out’.

I’ve still not finished it, ahem.

I’m determined though, this time, to at least have the furniture and bedrooms all sorted before it becomes too late.  This means a complete sort out of the house.  It’s been coming, I mean, it’s needed a sort out since we moved in about five years ago.

I’ve been busy…

 

 

Anyway, on the baby front, it appears to be progressing.  I mean, the kicking is getting stronger and you can even see the wobble when it happens!

I don’t know what size it is anymore, probably about ……… the size of some sort of melon?!  You’re guess is as good as mine.

50 Shades of Pink

Why is painting such a pain the ……….. rear?

On Saturday I painted what will be Sophie’s room.  It’s going to be a lovely pink colour.

It was supposed to be a light pastel pink.  It’s not.  It’s a dark pink.  But still acceptable.  I mean, it’s not Barbie pink or shocking pink at least.

But why is it that you never have enough paint.  I thought I bought enough to do it properly but no, turns out I need a couple more tins of the stuff.

So, what’s the matter, I hear you say?

Well, I don’t know if you recall me saying this but, I can’t drive.  The nearest shops are a 30 minute drive away.  The place I got the paint from is a further 30 minutes.

Now, that’s an hour’s drive. 

That would be one hell of a walk!

Now I have to buy it online and wait for it to be delivered.  Next week.

Do you know how long it took me to build up the motivation to even start this project?!  Lord knows how long it’s going to take me now……