The Etsy store that made the owl that inspired me created this gorgeous tree for PJ!
His name was over the crib, and a soothing-sounds lamb was hung on a crib rail.
And the changing table that was made to hold a plump baby butt was ready!
It was the nursery I had dreamed of and when we welcomed PJ home, it was like there was no other baby in the world it could have been made for! Over this first year, we have filled the drawers with tons of clothes, and switched out sizes at an alarming rate! We played on the floor, under that tree. There were countless diapers changed upon that changing table.
Lately, that sweet, soft changing table had become an Elevated Ledge of Death! The more mobile PJ got and the stronger he became, the more difficult it was to safely change him at his table. Today, for his own safety, Pete and I decided that the table needs to be off limits, and we took the attachment off of the dresser.
I'm sure it must sound silly, but without the little table attachment, the room looks completely different! The shelves are still filled with books, the top of his wall unit lined with stuffed animals. Our rocker is still in a corner, and his toys sit in baskets along the wall. Owls peep out of random nooks and the walls are still glowy when the sun comes through the windows. But that changing table being gone signifies that gone with it is the fragile, tiny little babe whose every diaper I fretted over ("Is he wetting enough?" "Is that enough poop?" "Is that too much poop?" "Does his booty look red?").
In his place, in the room that's largely the same, is a bright, handsome, funny, active, noisy 1 year old that I still rock in that rocking chair!