Jerry and I finished emptying out what will become the nursery last weekend, carting all of the Christmas lights and other holiday decorations out of the baby's closet and up to the attic. Sure, it was a bit of a crappy realization to discover that we forgot to check the paint color in there, but it felt good knowing that we'll have a place to put her clothes and belongings -- after we haul out the green paint. Again.
To celebrate the uncluttered closet, I hung up the one thing we have on a hanger -- the cool alligator onesie we got in Harrisburg. (Hopefully she won't destroy it as fast as Toby destroyed his matching alligator toy.)
It looks so hilariously tiny in all that cavernous space.