Here we go

God help me, baby stuff is so damn cute! I fear that I am treading a dangerous path that inevitably leads to ribbons and bows and ruffles and pastels. Someone stop me before I get there.

Last night, we bought a crib bedding set. It features alternating squares of green and white stripes and polka dots with adorably stoned-looking frogs. My stomach got all melty when I looked at it (and then, of course, the baby sensed my weakness and kicked me a good one right in the belly button).

We seem to be developing a frog/toad theme for the nursery, which is fine with me. I love frogs and toads, and the decor is really for me, right? As B keeps pointing out, the baby is just going to poop and throw up on everything anyway.