Say what??

Well, this is a topic I never thought I'd blog about--earwax. Rest assured it's not a typical topic of interest for me, but I just read a great post by Grace at Chois-R-Us about the difference between Caucasian and Asian earwax. 

Say what?? There's a difference in earwax? Out of all the things we've endeavored to learn about becoming a multi-racial family, I never gave earwax a second thought. (For the record, I never gave earwax a first thought either.)

If you are too lazy to click over to Grace's blog (really though, you should), I'll summarize. There are two types of ear wax: "wet" which is what people of African or European descent have (amberish, moist and gooey) and "dry" which is what about 90 percent of Asians have (grayish, dry and flaky). The difference is evidently due to a gene mutation Asians have that prevents the buildup of cerumen in the ear, which is what makes earwax wet.

So you know (I hope) how to clean the wet type. But the dry type tends to build up more, and thus, is usually removed with a pick.

Izy Bamboo Picks

The picks look like tiny torture devices although many companies seem to do their best to friendly them up. The thought of having someone dig around in my ear with one of those things is pretty scary, but it sounds like I have seriously been missing out on one of life's pleasures because it's described as:

• "often done by lovers as a sign of intimacy and vulnerability"
• "one of care, relaxation, closeness and pleasure" 
• or, brace yourself, "as intercourse for your ear." 

Hmm. That one almost convinces me to give it a try.

If you are enticed to try it yourself, you can find play-by-play ear picking instructions HERE.

I knew we might discover new things after becoming a multi-racial family. But learning about this kind of stuff still catches me by surprise! I wonder what other things we might come across?

Now that I know about it, I'm still not sure I'm going to be able to do it. I get antsy watching The Man clean his ears because he pokes that darned swab so far in there. Not sure I could dig into the squirmy Little Man's ears with a tiny stick, and I'm very sure I couldn't watch The Man do it either.

Guess we'll cross that bridge when the time comes.

The Weekend Report

We had a really good weekend!

First, we've been sleeping MUCH better. We cut down on the hours of our daytime naps (he was napping two hours each nap, and now they are about 1). Some of this was our doing, but quite often the past few days, he's been self-regulating and only snoozes for about 40 minutes before he's up and ready to go. He's still quite tired after about 2 1/2 hours of activity though, so he often takes at least 3 naps a day.

All that translates in MORE SLEEP AT NIGHT! Hooray! For the past 4 nights the only time he's woken is when he needed to be changed or time for a bottle. And then....he goes back to sleep! Not sure if his jet lag is finally passing or it's the change in napping hours during the day, but we aren't complaining. Our longest stretch without a wake-up was 5 1/2 glorious hours.

The rest of the weekend, we just hung out, took walks, and enjoyed some of the spring-like weather we are finally getting.

The highlight of the weekend though was on Saturday. We took a road trip this weekend to Madison to meet with a group from Families Through Korean Adoption. This gathering was a mentoring meeting where several families who are familiar with the traveling/transitioning process met with a group of us who have recently, or will soon, travel to bring home our children. There were 15 children (mostly Korean born) and 14 adults!

Little Man jumped right in on the action of playing with others and it was so fun to finally have a kid in the mix! He's fearless about groups and very friendly with everyone.

As always with FTKA events, it's so invigorating and positive to be with others who have had similar experiences in parenthood. Three of the families, including ours, have brought children home in the past month. A few were still waiting for referrals. And several have older children and shared their experiences about the things we are encountering after bringing our children home. Parenting advice from this group is such a valuable thing for us, because they have all walked the exact same path we have. We might have slight variations about how we handle the transition, but we all essentially have to work through the same stuff. While LM is a typical 10-month-old in some ways, he has some special needs, and these guys

On the drive home, I had two really big *lightbulb* moments. The first is that I have to change my mind-frame a bit to focus more on my family and their needs. I think being in the professional world, you tend to base your performance off what you see around you and how others are doing. It doesn't mean you are necessarily competing, but you are always evaluating what others are doing or have done to determine where you are in any given process.

But right now, our only measure needs to be what is working for us. For example, although many families co-sleep with their children when they come home (because that is how most of our kids are used to sleeping in Korea) that doesn't mean it's the *right* way to do it. More importantly, it doesn't mean that we are screwing up or making things harder with Little Man by not doing it. I use this as an example, but you could follow that logic for a plethora of other things, such as how to promote attachment, eating, bottles, etc.

I know all this, and it sounds terribly simple, but there is an emotional factor in all the decisions we've been making and suddenly I feel as if I've lost a bit of my rudder. I'm normally a very confident and sure person, but I'm not comfortable or sure when it comes to being a parent yet! I always like to do things the *right* way, but I'm learning quickly that it's only *right* if it works for us!

I'm trying to let go of that mental yardstick I've been holding myself up to, and try to concentrate instead on figuring out what is working for our family.

The other huge, HUGE thing I realized is, a lot of the things that have been getting in the way have been my own hang-ups. I didn't think I had hang-ups, but I guess I do. My worries about being a good parent, or guilt about taking him from Korea, (or fill in the blank) have gotten in the way of getting to know Little Man and his needs. I have to put my stuff on the back burner for now. The big picture isn't as much of a factor as the here and now. I've always been a big picture person I guess. And that's why I fuss over those type of details. But the immediacy of learning all about who this tiny human is, is what is going to help us achieve those big picture goals.

Again, makes so much sense and sounds so simple, but it really just *clicked* into place for me after talking with all those other parents.

We can't wait until we all get together again! It was so wonderful for us, and I know LM had a super fun time too. We aren't sure how often this smaller group will be meeting yet, but we are sure looking forward to seeing them all again soon.

Korean chopsticks explained by some French guy

A little video by an odd French dude. He's a bit eccentric, but he does a good job explaining history behind the Korean's metal chopsticks, and best of all, a very good and quick instructional on how to use them. Happy chopsticking!

Mommy and Daddy are Apple addicts

Funny things you think about at 2 a.m. while listening to your baby sleep!

The Man and I have been trying to keep a log of LM's sleeping, pooping, eating and bottle habits. I'm known to love a good flow chart (I once tracked and logged all the times of my crossword puzzles and made a spreadsheet. Sad but true) and was thinking that this old-fashioned logging on paper just wasn't doing the trick. The log was always in the wrong room, we forgot to mark things down, or we were just too sleep deprived to remember things by morning.

So, I didn't what any iPhone/Apple lovin' mama would do. I searched for an app.

And lo, Baby Connect to the rescue! Totally loving this thing. We can track everything LM. Bottles, types of food, types of diapers, activity, milestones, moods and medical info. And each of those categories are broken down with further details. In the diapers category, you have wet, BM, BM and wet, diaper leaks, and open-air accidents--my personal fave. And also can give the color and consistency of each BM (green, runny, etc.).

They have these handy timers built into the app, so when he goes down for a sleep, you hit start, and then that smart little app keeps track of time until you hit stop. No more trying to remember how long he slept!

The app is a bit pricey at $4.99 but the cool thing is that you can enter info from any computer, or from another iPhone. Of course, that means popping for another $4.99 to load the app on another phone. But we thought it was worth it.

The Man and I always have our iPhones right next to us. The program automatically syncs our data in real time, so when The Man puts LM down to sleep, I see the sleep timer. When I get him up, I just hit stop on the timer. how many hours ago that happened.

Plus, as a super cool bonus, there's this cool time line flow chart that shows the overall habits of your baby. A visible sign of progress! And Mommy does love flow charts!

I know, I know. Super geeky. We spent his morning nap time entering data from the past few days.

And no, we aren't being paid to tell you all of this. Although if the folks at Baby Connect want to toss some cash our way, we'd let 'em.

Adjustments

Still trying to get into the swing of things here. Little Man's schedule has been all over the map. If we hang out and do things when he wants to, it means sleeping all day and partying all night.

We've been discussing how to help Little Man start developing some good sleep habits. We have been reading Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child by Marc Weissbluth. I've had friends rave about it, and the method's prescribed there which includes letting the child self-soothe at bedtime. That means you put them in the crib and leave the room after your bedtime ritual. If they scream, you just let them do it.

I'm not sure this is the right answer for our family, for a few reasons. First, I'm not comfortable with letting him scream! Everything the book says about children learning to self-soothe makes sense, but I was finding it a bit scary. I really love rocking him to sleep, but I recognize that he needs to learn to put himself to sleep too.

My bigger concern is that if we put him to bed in the crib before he was asleep and he cried, he would feel deserted and alone. We aren't dealing with a kid here who has confidence that adults are always there for him. His life experiences have been that people you love might be here one day, and gone the next. How is he to know that if we are out of sight, we aren't gone forever? Will letting him cry it out hinder our bonding process?

A few nights ago, during one of the middle of the night wake-up sessions (happens about 11:30 and 3 p.m.) we figured we needed to try something different. We changed his diaper, gave him a bottle (he is used to being put to sleep with a bottle, but we'll tackle that problem in a little while) and put him in his crib.

We walked out of the room, closed the door, and expected to listen to a wailing, hysterical child for the next few hours. But he completely shocked us! He didn't cry. He spent about an hour hooting and making noises, sounding like he was having a grand old time. And then he finally went to sleep. And he stayed asleep! We were so proud, and felt happy that we had figured out how to handle the middle-of-the-night situations.

But the next night when he awoke, we changed, gave him a bottle, put him to bed and listened to him happily hoot for about an hour.

And then he started screaming.

And screaming.

I tried really hard not to go in. But all I could think about was that he was scared and didn't know why we weren't coming to help him. He hasn't been with us long, so how could he know that we were only in the next room? That we would be there for him when he awoke?

I ended up going in after 45 minutes. I felt terribly guilty that we had let him cry that long. Turns out that he was wet (again!) and we changed him. We spent a few minutes together, and then I stepped out. This time he only cried about 15 minutes. And then he crashed.

Now, I'm not sure what the best answer is. When he cries at night, I want to run in and make things better (which means he'll get very awake and want to play). I want him to know that the people he's getting to know are still here and can meet his needs. I worry that playing sleep hardball and letting him cry it out might have some abandonment and fear issues for him. Am I putting too much weight on the adoption when it comes to this?

I have other adoptive parent friends and many are still co-sleeping with their children after a month or two of coming home. Are we pushing Little Man too fast? About 75% of the time, he handles his new system well. He goes to sleep without crying and stays asleep longer. But those middle of the night things...I don't think I can let him cry it out.

For me, this issue illustrates the crossroads we are likely to come to many times in Little Man's development.  At each difficult juncture, we'll likely ask ourselves, "is this an adoption issue or something else?" and I guess all you can go with is your best guess. Because the truth is that you'll likely never know.

For now, we are doing our own modified version of the Healthy Sleep Habits protocol. We try to keep him from becoming over-tired, which can make things difficult for him to settle down at nap and bedtimes. We've become total naptime Nazis, hitting his twice-daily (or three times when needed) right on schedule. It's inconvenient because we have to plan things around nap times, but hopefully it will help us all feel a bit more normal around here.
At least a new normal.

And about those middle of the night wake-ups...my new plan is to give him 15 minutes to try and work it out himself. And if it is taking longer than that, I'm going in his room, and sit in the rocking chair to let him know I'm there, but not interact with him at all. Not sure how that plan is going to work, but it's worth a shot.

For you APS, if you have any tips about how you made this adjustment, please share!

New kid on the block

Many of you have been asking about photos. I'd LOVE to share them, and believe me, there are plenty! But until our adoption is finalized, we can't post photos of him on the blog. At least that's my understanding of the rules. So in the meanwhile, you'll have to settle for an occasional unidentifying pic of our sweet boy.

Little Man and his best friend Gus

Here he is, hanging out with Super Pug Gus. Gus has been a champ about his new mate. He's channeling his inner Border Collie and herds Little Man when he's venturing off. He's been patient with Little Man's spastic attempts at petting him, tolerant when he's used as an aid to help Little Man stand up, and is as good as any working dog, giving us a clear signal when Little Man needs to be changed! (He jams his nose right up Little Man's behind and snuffles around. That's when we know we should visit the changing station, stat.) Gus is also a huge help in the kitchen, volunteering to clean up the messes that have appeared under Little Man's high chair. And when our sweet boy has tears, Gus is quick to give kisses and try to make everything all better.

I swear, I don't know which little boy I'm more proud of.

Baby games

Thanks to Yvonne for tipping me off that Little Man's head shaking might be a game!

I hightailed to YouTube (what did we ever do without YouTube??) and voila, we now have a new game to try!



(Kunji game)

Our little sweetie

Here's some things we are learning about our little sweetie--

He love to eat. Just about everything we put in front of him, he'll go after. Except for green beans. Not a fan of those. Those make him cry.

He's incredibly resilient and takes things in stride. Never seen those people before? No problem. Never been on a plane before? Piece of cake. Never seen a dog/cat before? What's the big deal.

Speaking of dogs and cats, he seems to prefer cats. At least he prefers chasing the cats. Gus thinks this is a ridiculous notion and has set out on a mission to convince Little Man that dogs are the fairer species. The kitties think Little Man is right on the money, but they still aren't interested in giving him the time of day.

He hates to get dressed or undressed. I mean really hates it. He doesn't seem to mind once the clothing is on though.

He has a very funny laugh. It's more of a heavy breathing/panting with his tongue sticking out. When he first did it, I thought he was having an asthma attack. It's sort of like a baby version of Arnold Horshack from Welcome Back, Kotter. (Did I just date myself?)

He loves the camera! Perfect child for me!

He thinks shadows are fun.

He has stick straight hair that stands up from his head like he's been electrocuted. No matter what I try to do, it won't lay down. Do they make baby hair product? Ha!

He's really into shaking his head back and forth. He doesn't do it in response to anything in particular, he just likes to do it.

He can maneuver a bottle amazingly well. He likes to stretch his pudgy arm out and grab the bottom of the bottle, and jam it into his face. And he likes to carry the bottle around by the nipple. In fact, I've been clobbered a few times by the swinging bottle. I'm learning to watch out!

He has two teeth on the bottom and a few more are coming in.

He achieved his personal best at walking on Friday, taking 6 steps in a row!

He pinches really hard.

And he loves, loves, loves to be carried in his sling. He settles right down in there and likes to take in the whole world while tucked up against our chest. And Mommy and Daddy love to have him there too!

The trip home

So, I'm a little behind on my posts. But I'm sure you understand!

I left off after we were united with Little Man. The next morning was our big trip home. This was the part of the whole process that The Man and I were pretty freaked out about. I was just so worried that it would be hard on the baby. And that we wouldn't know how to comfort him or help him get through it.

Little Man woke up with a smile even though we got him up at 5 a.m. He ate well and we packed all our luggage and hopped a taxi to the airport. The Man and I were pretty emotional on that drive. Knowing that it was the last time that Little Man would see Seoul for a long time was hard for us. It's such a wonderful city! And the people there are truly the kindest we've met while traveling abroad. It's hard knowing that there is so much to offer him in the United States, but he's still losing a huge part of his culture that we can't give to him. If we could pack Seoul into our bag, we would. But short of that, all we can do is encourage him to learn about his birth country, and help foster a pride of his Korean heritage.

So after a teary taxi ride, we got to the airport, a record 3+ hours early! We checked in easily and then spent time walking around the airport and playing in the children's area. Little Man loves to watch other kids, and he happily joined other toddlers at play.

All the while, The Man and I were getting a bit more nervous about the flight. Finally, we boarded and started the adventure.

I'm happy to say that it was head and shoulders above what we expected. He's such a great traveler! No tears on take-off or landing, and a pretty uneventful trip in between. He only slept about 4 hours, so the remaining 11.5 hours we were walking up and down the aisles of the plane. As long as we kept moving, he was pretty happy. The flight attendants lavished him with attention, and he flashed quick smiles at the passengers while we walked.

The hardest part about the whole trip was when he needed a diaper change. We aren't the fastest at the changings yet, and he likes to roll over and around which makes the whole thing more of an acrobatic feat. So it takes both of us to get him changed. Each time he needed a clean diaper, all three of us crammed into the airport bathroom that had a changing table in it. There wasn't much room to move around and it got really hot in there! My first time getting The Man into an airport potty at 36,000-feet, and all I got out of the deal was a poopy diaper! Ha!

We hit Chicago finally and were pretty beat. One last leg of our trip home to go. Little Man had never been in a car seat before so that was sort of tough on him. The only time he's really screamed in the few days we had had him. But it only lasted a few minutes and he happily started snacking on Cheerios, and then crashed 20 minutes into the trip.

Since then, we've been trying to settle in. It's so amazing to see Little Man here in our house! He loves his room and we play in there a lot. Our sleep schedules are off quite a bit, so the past two days have mostly been sleeping and eating, all at strange hours. We can't wait to get on a normal schedule, and hopefully it's sometime soon.

Endings and beginnings

We got to the agency an hour before we were scheduled to on our meeting day. We were both so nervous! We ducked into a coffee shop and ate a waffle (waffles are very popular in Seoul) and talked about our lives together thus far and how they were about to change.

Standing on the edge of parenthood is a strange feeling. Excitement and fear. Joy and anxiousness. A sense of completion for this part of the journey, and knowing that we have a whole world still ahead of us.

When we walked into the agency, our foster mother was standing there to greet us. Her eyes were red but she was smiling. And Little Man was happily playing with his foster father in the family room. He looked wonderful. He had a new haircut, and wore a button up collared shirt with little slacks. He even had a tie but he wasn't too keen on wearing it. As soon as he saw us, he flashed us a huge grin.

The next 20 minutes went so quickly. Our foster family presented us with a bunch of gifts. A hanbok for Little Man, which is as beautiful as any I've seen! They also had a bag of brand new clothes, spit rags, and bibs. And a really beautiful jewelry box for me. She also brought more photos which she snapped when we first met Little Man. Thank goodness for that because we didn't have any with both of us in them. I'll be adding those to the photo album she put together for him.

As they gave us the gifts, our foster mother left the room. Her husband chatted away with us and wiped a tear or two from his eyes as Little Man crawled into our laps. He took more photos, and when his wife came back, I could tell she had been crying. My heart broke for them because it's so obvious that they love him very much.

The Man shot some video and one thing we asked them to do was what their hopes were for Little Man. They asked that he grow up to be a kind person and do things for others. To be a good servant to the world and to be generous. Those are our wishes for him too. That made all of us start crying.

The social worker moved things along quickly at that point. It was clear that the emotions of the event were starting to really get to all of us. They gave us a few more bags filled with diapers, bottles, formula, a lovely Korean flag. The agency director came in to greet us, giving us a beautiful lacquered keepsake box. They gave us his US passport (which is really stinking cute) and and visa, and an envelope of legal documents. We read a single sheet of paper telling us his eating/sleeping schedule and habits. And signed a report from his last medical exam. At our home visit, we saw that our foster mother loved plants, so we gave them a plant. It felt like such a trivial gift at a time like this. Their gift to us was so much more precious. Nothing could ever match that.


And then, the social worker said it was time to go. It was too quick. I wanted to stay. I wanted to comfort the family. I wanted to learn so much more about Little Man's life before he joined our family. But all of that would have been hard and emotional. And there is time to learn more about one another down the road.

So, we gathered up Little Man, and took some last photos with his foster family. I held him in my arms, and The Man tried to carry all the bags. We all walked to the elevator and we hugged one last time. We walked into the elevator and faced one another with the door between us. The foster mother stood between her husband and the social worker, both with their arms around her. And I held Little Man as The Man had his arm around us. We were both sobbing as the doors closed between us and we waved Little Man's hands saying goodbye.

He never cried once. Thank goodness for that because I'm afraid I would have broken down like a blubbering idiot. He just looked around and took everything in. We hopped into a cab and went straight to our hotel room. All the while I expected him to cry or fret. But he was a very brave boy and never cried once.

Of course, The Man and I were a bit shell-shocked. What were we supposed to do now? Here he was, the real live baby we've been waiting for!

It was about Little Man's nap time and he was pretty stimulated with all the new stuff, so we played in our room for a while. The maid came in and changed the linens, which Little Man thought was pretty fun. He seemed to be getting tired so we made him a bottle. We weren't exactly sure how he went to sleep, but he showed us. And he went down for his nap right on time. We were so surprised that we actually got him to sleep!

Later that day we decided to venture out into the real world. We needed to get to know one another before we tackled the big travel day the next day. So we went to this giant underground mall called Coex, which was a subway stop from our hotel. First time in a subway together! We have a baby carrier and he does great in it. And after about an hour at the mall, he crashed out in his carrier.

I realized it then. Although it was Monday for us, it was Sunday in the states. Mother's Day. So here it was, my first Mother's Day as a mommy to a two-legged baby (as opposed to our usual 4-legged baby Mother's Days) and I was walking around with him on my chest! Such an awesome day! So we finished up our shopping, and then back to the hotel. More play time. Calls to family. Our first bath (he loves it!). And then bedtime, which all went off without a hitch.

This boy is so amazing. He's sweet and funny. And has a smile for everyone. And we get to spend our lives together. I still can't believe it.

Twelve hours

Twelve hours. That's it. A year and a half of waiting and we are down to the final 12 hours.

I can't really wrap my head around this. Tomorrow, we are going to be parents. Tomorrow, we'll see our son and walk away with him in our arms.

There's been a picture in my mind throughout these months of our union. The Man will hold Little Man in his arms with a look of amazement and joy on his face. Little Man will look at the two of us, a little surprised and wondering what's ahead. And I'll struggle to watch them both through the tears that will undoubtedly be in my eyes. I've seen this moment a thousand times, and it's always wonderful and exciting.


I just can't believe that tomorrow is the day that we'll get to see how this scene actually plays out!

There's all these gushy happy things I'm feeling, but alongside that are some really huge freak-out sort of thoughts and feelings. There's the worry about how Little Man will react when we walk away with him. Sadness that this chapter of his life is coming to a close. Guilt about taking him away from Korea. Anxiousness about becoming a parent. And fear that perhaps being a parent won't be what I imagined.


I'm a cautious person. I like to do things well, and to do that I am super prepared. But even though I read all the parenting books I could cram into the past year, and read message boards, and talked to friends, I still don't feel like I'm really prepared. I feel like I'm about to take a huge exam tomorrow and I didn't study well enough.

I think that stuff is coming out in my dreams. Over the past few nights I dreamt that I left Little Man at a restaurant, didn't remember to use a carseat, and fed him incorrectly which resulted in his head shrinking like the guy's heads in Beetlejuice. (That was the weirdest one of all, and in my dream I was searching the internet trying to figure out how to get his tiny head back to the appropriate baby size.)

I know all of this stems from my difficulty with change. I'm great once the change actually happens. But when I am standing on the precipice of change, I tend to panic. Even when it's a change for the better or something I really wanted, I still cling tenaciously to the past. I have a hard time moving forward.

So tomorrow, the theoretical kid that I've had in my head all these years will become a reality. It really scares the shit out of me. But that's normal, right?

No doubt there's going to be a lot for me to sort out emotionally in the coming months. I'm a slow processor that way. I'm hoping that being a parent will teach me to be more in the moment and less in my head. I'm sure, that's only a tiny part of the lessons parenthood will have in store for us.

First meeting

We met him! Our first meeting was yesterday and it was wonderful!

It started off a little scary. We got into Seoul on Thursday night and were completely exhausted. Our meeting was the next AM so we had found out from our concierge that the agency was about 5 minutes away by taxi. We gave it much more time than that, but on the morning of our meeting, a different concierge told us we didn't need a cab and told us to walk here. He actually walked there with us, about a 10 minute walk, and pointed to the building. Very kind of him!

But it was the wrong office. We started to panic a bit, when we realized we were at an insurance agency. But another wonderful and kind gentleman took pity on us. He didn't speak English, but called the agency number and found out where we needed to go, walked us out of the building, hailed us a cab, told the cabbie where to take us. He was seriously a walking angel. And after about a 3 minute cab ride, we got to the agency. Only 15 minutes late. More than a little frazzled.

After that it was smooth sailing. With our social worker, we went about 40 minutes outside of Seoul to the foster mother's home.

There really wasn't much time to get nervous. We had done most of that the night before (I only slept 3 hours). When we got there, it all happened so fast. We went to the door. The doorbell rang, and she opened the door with Little Man in her arms! It was a surreal moment. He was even wearing the clothes that we sent in our care package!

It was his nap time but he never cried once during our visit. We all sat on the floor and he looked a bit shy at first and crawled into his foster mother's lap. But a few minutes later he was in The Man's lap and playing with him. And smiling! The first smiles we had seen since he wasn't smiling in any of his referral photos. After that, we were friends, and we played together, marveled at his tricks (he likes to stand on his head with his butt in the air) and fed him some food.

He's very busy! He crawls so fast and is into everything. He's curious and interested in new things. He likes cars and electronics. And loves to have his photo taken. A kid after my own heart!

We stayed about an hour and I asked some questions, but mostly just tried to enjoy that wonderful moment, of seeing him move and smile and play for the first time.

Our family day is Monday! Until then, off to see some sights.

I know we're gone...

but wanted you to see photos of Little Man's room! Love how it turned out. Was worth all that hand wringing.

Crib & shelving unit from IKEA

Chair is a Best Chairs Storytime series. Rug is from Chiasso.

Vintage kid's chair. Wall decal by Xpressions That Stick

An Ubi Modern Changer. We'll see if it's practical or not.