That's Wyatt inspecting his nails - I had painted my toenails (don't ask how I did it, at 37 weeks it was not easy), and so he wanted some "paint" too. Instead of trying to explain to a 2 1/2 year old why boys don't usually wear nail polish, I just gave him a little black on one fingernail and pink on the other. He was pleased as punch, and was still admiring them as he fell asleep. I figure the black is pretty bad ass, but we'll probably still take it off tomorrow morning (mostly because he's developed a habit of sticking his hands in his mouth as of late).Josh got the carpet into the nursery today, and all the trim. SUCH a huge relief for me, I was really starting to panic that things would not get finished. Josh has so much on his plate this month, I had hoped this reno would be long done by now. But we're getting there, just some caulking and painting, then bringing in the crib, change table and wardrobe. And putting away the piles and piles of clothes that I somehow (very quickly) acquired. :)
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