I have finally begun to plan our Itty Bitty’s nursery, and I’m not going to lie – this process is completely overwhelming! I’ve searched on Pinterest, googled images, and have scoured countless stores online. For baby boys, it seems like the options are a neutral palate, western, race cars, sports, ABC’s, or some type of cuddly animal theme (that in reality wouldn’t be cuddly at all!)

Lets be real.

Frogs are slimy smelly slippery things.  (By the way, do they really give you warts?  I still don’t know the truth about that.)

Lions? Look kid, this ain’t Simba.  And even if it were, I think Simba would still bite off your face.

The elephant pen always smells like poo at the zoo. I’ve accepted the fact that my son is going to smell like poo most of the time but adding elephant poo to baby poo is not the warm and cuddly experience for which I am aiming.

Then there’s the monkey theme.  Oh sure, the monkey theme  brings about happy thoughts of Curious George and Rafiki from The Lion King.  I know, cute, right?  Wrong. Monkeys are anything but cute.   Rafiki was full of crap.  Trust me, I know.  I went to Bali and dealt with monkeys on a daily basis. Just like elephants, monkeys smell bad too. They eat their poop (probably why they smell bad), steal from you, and are crude.  Those little punks are ruthless.  Seriously, look them up on YouTube.  You’ll see.

Suffice it to say, animals just won’t jive as nursery decor for our Itty Bitty.

I don’t like race cars, have no connection to the wild west or cowboys, and can not fathom (despite Blake’s best efforts) having an entirely Red Sox or Patriots themed nursery.

But, a-ha! I’ve realized we can be a bit selfish with our nursery plans.

Lets be honest, the nursery decor is actually for the parents.  We are the ones who will be looking at the room, each and every day. Our baby will not care if his nursery is large, small, red, blue, or themed with the hottest trends.  And by the time he does care, it’ll probably all be trashed by that point anyway.  Is he going to miss that ginormous stuffed animal that was tailored exactly to match the specific accent color on the window molding, which was the perfect tonal opposite of the blanket laying on top of the glider we picked so carefully and agonized over for hours?  You know, that same stuffed animal that served as the lynchpin of the entire color scheme of the room and will inevitably be the sad victim of puke stains, pee puddles, and poop explosions?    Nope, because he’ll never even knew it existed.  It’ll be trashed.  So when he’s a baby, he won’t care if we dress him the way we want, or what color his stupid bedding is.  He will just be delighted each time my hubby or I enter the room to give him love, food, or, when we have to change him, because as I mentioned earlier, he’ll smell like poo.

Sure, going off the beaten path is going to bring about it’s own challenges.  I can’t purchase a simple themed bedding set and accessories.  Friends and family may be confused by our decoration and color choices, but Blake and I are confident that we will be happy.  Because it’s really all about us and  I don’t care what Simba has to say about it.

So what do I like?




I adore teal.

I wear it almost every other day.

I have a teal rain slicker, and two pairs of teal chucks (I even wore a pair at my wedding.)

I have formal teal dresses, and informal teal sweaters and scarfs. Sometimes I double up and layer multiple pieces of teal.

My ipad cover is light teal, and my non-maternity winter coat is deep dark blue teal.

If I am going to spend hours inside our tiny baby’s nursery, I want to love the environment!  I want the color to make me happy, even when he is up all night, crying, annoying me, or just sniffling with a cold.

Who knows, maybe he will grow up and love the colorful combination of blue and green! And if he doesn’t, then oh well. I’ll be painting his “big boy room” before I know it. Then he can have a say!