Are finally on my walls!!!! After a marathon painting weekend, for Hubby that i,s and a half marathon for me. We are now staring at Platinum and Toasted Wheat. Platinum is a warm beige that we picked out of our couch. And Toasted Wheat is darker and contrasts the Platinum. As I sit here and type I feel comfy and warm just from the walls, and this is only the family room.

The living room is straight Platinum that will be accented by the Vintage Claret that is still in the can waiting to adorn the dining room. I am taking a chance at painting all four walls red, but I think it will be gorgeous when it is finished. Our furniture is very monotone, being beige and black toile. There are red accent pillows, so I pulled the vintage Claret from there and bought a candle for the dining table with the same colour.

The kitchen is going to be Manchester. It is a grey/green that we had in our old house. I just loved it so much, I begged Hubby to use it again. I think it will pull some colour out of our black faux marble print countertops and make our backsplash perk up a little bit.

I have been beggin Hubby to paint since before we moved in here, and I am so thankful he finally agreed. He is so happy with the transformation of the house and I finally feel like it is truly our home now, no more nasty builders paint and scratched up walls that couldn’t be wiped or touched up.

Hopefully a few more colours for upstairs and we will be rolling along…

To continue with Ann’s sleep book blog tour I really wanted to post a photo of J sleeping. The one I wanted cannot be found (searching many, many discs, I can’t seem to pinpoint the original one I wanted. With my luck I will find it tomorrow) but, this one will do just the same. Every time I look at J sleeping, I just want to cuddle and cozy up with him. I also want to kiss him and fall asleep myself.

Although J did not technically sleep through the night until he was a year and a half old and we had moved to a new house (hence, no taxi driving neighbours to wake him up all night long), he was all in all not a bad sleeper. Or maybe I should be more specific, he slept and I accepted my fate that I was not going to have a lot of sleep for a while. This acceptance of mine made all the difference in the world. I don’t know if I will ever get to have another baby and go through this all again, so I wanted to cherish and relish every moment possible. Whether it was a sleepless night or a no napping day. In the grand scheme of things it was really such a short amount of time that now that I do get eight hours of sleep a night it seems like such a long time ago really.

I didn’t let it bother me when he woke up every two hours, I tried hard to accept my fate of waking up at 5am every day, even when I did have to go into work. Our nap schedule was such that he slept when he was tired and woke when he wasn’t. Some days were hard when I was trying to get work done, but all in all, I loved it. I still love that J will fall asleep when he has just plain had enough, and I love that when he gets up at 5am, he crawls in between Hubby and I and goes back to sleep for another hour. I love that he snuggles his head under my chin and puts his cold feet on my legs to warm up. I love every little thing about him sleep or not.

One day, in the not so distant future, he will be kicking me out of his room when I come in to wake him up. I accepted the baby I was given and loved every minute of being a new Mom (ok, almost every minute, if Ann could write a book on how to get back into pre-preggo shape, now that is what I needed). And if I never get the chance again to be a new Mom, I have the best memories of nights spent nursing him, cuddling with him on his bed, watching him sleep in his crib, all those memories are priceless and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Oh yes, and if I had had Ann’s Sleep book when I was a new Mom, I wouldn’t have felt so terrible that my child woke up every two hours. I started telling people who asked that he did indeed sleep through the night, cause they all had an opinion of what I was doing wrong. Little did they know that I was doing nothing wrong at all. That is just the way he slept.