One of the things I love the most about my job (nanny to my almost-2-year-old cousin, Abigail, for those of you who don't know) is that every day I get to spend time in an incredible house - seriously, this house is like something out of House Beautiful without the fuss-factor. It's part art-gallery, part museum, and all warm, nurturing space. :)
One of my favorite spaces is the incredible nursery Natalie has created for Abigail. I remember peeking into this nursery a few weeks before Abigail was born, and feeling the love that had gone into creating this space for the purpose of welcoming a new life. At this point we didn't know if we were going to welcome an Abigail or a Sawyer (although I was POSITIVE it was a girl, lol!) so it's been fun to see the pink gradually appear in Abster's room and wardrobe.
Last week, Abby's nursery was featured by the Low Tide, High Style blog, and I thought y'all might enjoy a peek as well! The photographs are beautiful, although I'm so sad the photographer failed to take a decent picture of Abby's "ACB" banner that Natalie handcrafted for her... to me, this seems like a GRIEVOUS oversight, since I feel like it's one of the most special parts of the room, but I guess I'm a little prejudiced. :)
In other news, there is no other news. :) Everything is going well which is boring but pleasant. Abigail threw her binky in the toilet this morning, and I completely freaked out (inwardly - outwardly I think I was pretty composed because I didn't want her to associate any kind of drama with the act) and texted my best friend for support as I fished it out with salad tongs (don't worry, they went into the dishwasher post haste!). I am now praying that Khy throws his binky into the toilet at the very first opportunity so she can share this traumatic moment.
Abigail did incredibly well at gymnastics today - I was pretty amazed since she is still recovering from her little run with bronchitis, but she probably did more today than she has in the last few sessions combined! She even asked to jump into the "pit" (big hole in the floor filled with foam cubes) and didn't look scared once - in fact, she "saved" me and gave me a big hug when I got "buried"!
This was my last gymnastics session with her... from this point forward, I get three day weekends and her mommy or daddy will be taking her. I get teary just thinking about it! I already miss her terribly by mid-Saturday... I don't know how I'll survive three whole days without my partner in crime. Last week when she was sick and with mommy it was hard. I may have to crash a gymnastics session once in a while to keep from getting too lonesome.