The nursery is a disaster. We cleaned the closet out, a process that normally would have reduced us to a skirmish about who had too much stuff, who wasn't organized, basically a bonanza of finger-pointing. But not this time. Why? Because we have company.
Me: "Matt... seriously. Why do you have all these old boxes in the top of the closet? It's just stupid."
Matt *hushed whisper*: "Don't say stupid. Jane can hear what we say now."
Me *hushed whisper*: "Sorry. Can you please throw these boxes away?"
Matt *hushed whisper*: "No problem."
Apparently our key to peace is a third party with a pair of keen ears, baking in utero.
Here's the jumping off point for the room. I SWORE I was going to be practical and decorate a gender neutral room. I SWORE I was not going to use any fabrics with flowers.