I love decorating. I like choosing cute things and arranging rooms. I can't figure out then, why I feel so stumped about the nursery. Maybe it's because my aesthetic sense tends towards the spartan, but I thought it was done. Yellow walls. White cribs. White curtains. I thought we were doing okay. Recently though, I've begun to worry. Should we be providing more stimulation in the room? If we don't have cute posters or the alphabet or something are we condemning Norah and Atticus to be unhappy vegetables?
Truthfully, I don't feel the motivation to add anything else. We're planning to get a changing table and a shelf for toys and books. I'm sure we'll come up with something - maybe we'll find some neat decorations in Ethiopia. Last night I was fretting though. Is my ambivalence about choosing nursery decor equivalent to ambivalence about the kids? Shouldn't I be more excited that I finally get to pimp our very own babies' room? Paul helpfully pointed out that Paris Hilton probably had a lovely nursery as a baby while Jesus most likely did not. That made me feel a little better.